"Singing what?" asked Mrs. Moncrief.
"'Now the day is over.'"
"Happy thought! Let us have it again!" exclaimed Mr. Moncrief.
Mrs. Moncrief went to the piano, and heartily they sang:
"Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.
Through the long night watches,
May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed."
Of a surety that fervent appeal had been answered. God had indeed guarded the boys through the "long night watches" at school, and through much trial and temptation had brought them safely together under the same hospitable roof.