"
Then the chorus, "We're going home," joyfully repeated, died away at
last, more plaintively, "We're going home to-morrow."
"Wall, I'm goin' home to-night," said Emily, and, as I looked up at her,
I caught the same mischievous gleam in her unsoftened eyes. "So strike up
Something lively now, and I'll waltz down the lane to it. 'Are your
windows open towards Jerusalem?'--Lord, can't you think o' something
warmer than that for this weather?"
But the singers were going on gloriously:
"Are your windows open towards Jerusalem?
Though as captives here a little while we stay
For the coming of the King in His glory,
Are you watching, day by day?"
Emily tightened the shawl around her neck with a quick motion. In going
out, she took an indirect course through the room, purposely to pass by
where I was sitting.
"Are your windows open towards Jerusalem?" said she, stooping and
whispering in my ear: "Dave Rollin's out there hangin' onto the fence one
side the bushes, and Lute Cradlebow the other, and they don't see each
other no more than two bats."
"Are your windows open towards Jerusalem" was a favorite with the
Wallencampers.
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