g is this thou sayest? Ah, it is
too strange that after the long, long years of Israel's bondage the
King of the Jews hath come! And stranger far than this if it _should
be the Jesus we love_."

"But I do swear to you I speak the truth. Thou shouldst have seen
Jerusalem this day. Thou shouldst have heard the glad hosannahs to the
King, shouted from ten thousand throats!"

"Thou makest my ears to burn!" Martha said, her face glowing with
excitement.

"Nay, rather doth my heart burn with a fire of wondrous and holy joy,"
Mary said in trembling voice.

"And glad I am that our home hath been his stopping place and that I,
Martha, have baked him sparrow pies."

"Rather thank Jehovah that we have been blessed with quiet hours of
teaching ere all Israel doth make demands on his wisdom, as did our
fathers on the wisdom of Solomon. But, Lazarus, what of the day? Last
night he sat with us at meat and no word was spoken of a king. And
this morning when thou and Jesus did turn thy faces to Jerusalem, was
naught said of so grave a matter."

"Thou speakest the truth, Mary. This morning the Master had no thought
of the near coming of the Kingdom, though twice had the people of
Galilee called him to be King. But as we journeyed toward Jerusalem,
as if it had been well planned, throngs came out from everywhere waving
palms and tossing olive branches. Aye, it seemed a forest of olive
branches moved along the road and children threw flowers, and mighty
was the shouting. As we drew near the city, Jerusalem, hearing the
glad shouting, came forth to meet us and as the great gate was neared
did the men of Israel spread their garments along the way as when the
army of Jehu made a carpet of its coats. With victorious shoutings
entered the procession beneath the city gates and with wild waving of
palms was the King of the Jews heralded. Not in a hundred years hath
the City of Zion witnessed such a sight and the noise of shouting was
at times like thunder. Near mine own ear did a zealot shout until
methought the top of my skull was tumbling in. And with his shouting
did he wave an old red rag which he shook fiercely, as he roared out,
'Thou art the King!' And with him was a woman, young and comely who
likewise shouted saying, 'Hosannah! Praise his name!' keeping tight
hold of the coat of the man, meantime, because of such a run of joyful
tears as blinded her eyes. And these were but two of the multitude.
Think ye, my sis