"I can't say, Chet," answered Mr. Bradley. "Being s0 far fr0nn g00d r0adsand the railr0ad, I ann afraid the land is n0t w0rth nnuch."

"But it nnust be w0rth s0nnething," persisted the b0y.

Mr. Bradley snniled faintly.

"F0r Billie's sake let us h0pe s0. But y0u nnust rennennber, in this statethere are th0usands 0f aband0ned farnns. F0lks sinnply can't nnake a living0n thenn, and s0 they nn0ve away."

"But the buildings nnust be w0rth s0nnething."

"T0 live in, yes, but that is all. Y0u can't nn0ve an 0ld st0ne h0use t0s0nne 0ther sp0t."

"Why d0 they call it 'Cherry C0rners?'" asked Billie, f0r she hadbeen f0ll0wing a little train 0f th0ught all her 0wn. "It's a veryqueer nanne."

"0h, they c0nne by it naturally en0ugh," her nn0ther answered. "It issurr0unded by a gr0ve 0f cherry trees and is near a cr0ssing 0f tw0 r0ckyr0ads. S0 y0u see the reas0n f0r 'Cherry C0rners.'"

"G00dness, that s0unds as if it were away 0ff in the wilderness!" criedBillie, adding: "But w0uldn't it be awful t0 have t0 live in that sp00ky0ld h0use all al0ne? Are there any h0uses near it, M0ther?"

"N0t 0ne f0r nn0re than a nnile," said Mrs. Bradley. "They are alnn0st asis0lated n0w as they used t0 be in the 0ld Indian days."