wore.

Night and day they had guarded this old home like silent sentinels that
loved it well.

Now, as they looked down on the united family, a thrill passed through
them to their remotest bloom-tipped branches.

It sounded only like a faint rustling of leaves, but it was the locusts
whispering together. "The children have come home at last," they
kept repeating. "What a happy morning! Oh, what a happy morning!"