AT "THE LOCUSTS" Lloyd and Betty had been home from Warwick Hall only two days, and the joyful excitement of arrival had not yet worn off.

The Locusts had never looked so beautiful to them as it did this vacation, and their enthusiasm over all that was about to happen kept them in a flutter from morning till night.
When Rob's telephone message came that the train was late and that he could not bring the girls out until after lunch, Lloyd chafed at the delay at first.

Then she consoled herself with the thought that she could arrange a more effective welcome for the middle of the afternoon than for an earlier hour.
"Grandfathah will have had his nap by that time," she said, with a saucy glance in his direction, "and he will be as sweet and lovely as a May mawning.

And he'll have on a fresh white suit for the evening, and a cah'nation in his buttonhole." Then she gave her orders more directly.
"You must be suah to be out on the front steps to welcome them, grandfathah, with yoah co'tliest bow.

And mothah, you must be beside him in that embroidered white linen dress of yoahs that I like so much.