. The little Colonel . whitespray of their fragrant blossoms withevery wave of their green boughs. Theyll soon be heah! Theyll soonbe heah! chanted the Little Colonelevery day. The morning they came she had beendown the avenue a dozen times to lookfor them before the carriage had evenstarted to meet them. 142 OLittle Colonel Walkah, she called, cut me a biglocus bough. I want to wave it fo aflag! Just as he dropped a branch down ather feet, she caught the sound ofwheels. Hurry, granfathah, shecalled; theys comin. But the oldColonel had already started on towardthe gate to meet them. The carria
. The little Colonel . whitespray of their fragrant blossoms withevery wave of their green boughs. Theyll soon be heah! Theyll soonbe heah! chanted the Little Colonelevery day. The morning they came she had beendown the avenue a dozen times to lookfor them before the carriage had evenstarted to meet them. 142 OLittle Colonel Walkah, she called, cut me a biglocus bough. I want to wave it fo aflag! Just as he dropped a branch down ather feet, she caught the sound ofwheels. Hurry, granfathah, shecalled; theys comin. But the oldColonel had already started on towardthe gate to meet them. The carriagestopped, and in a moment more PapaJack was tossing Lloyd up in his arms,while the old Colonel was helping Eliz-abeth to alight. Isnt this a happy mawnin? ex-claimed the Little Colonel, as she leanedfrom her seat on her fathers shoulder tokiss his sunburned cheek. A very happy morning, echoed hergrandfather, as he walked on toward thehouse with Elizabeths hand claspedclose in his own. Long after they had passed up 143. TIbe Xtttle Colonel steps the old locusts kept echoing theLittle Colonels words. Years ago theyhad showered their fragrant blossoms inthis same path to make a sweet whiteway for Amanthiss little feet to treadwhen the Colonel brought home hisbride. They had dropped their tribute on thecoffin-lid when Tom was carried homeunder their drooping branches. Thesoldier-boy had loved them so, that alittle cluster had been laid on the breastof the gray coat he wore. Night and day they had guarded thisold home like silent sentinels that lovedit well. Now, as they looked down on theunited family, a thrill passed throughthem to their remotest bloom - tippedbranches. It sounded only like a faint rustlingof leaves, but it was the locusts whisper- 144 Ube aitttle Colonel & ing together. The children have comehome at last, they kept repeating. What a happy morning! Oh, what ahappy morning! THE END. 45
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