midnight
The young people feared it was too much to enjoy long . The old people wept and smiled , and pressed and fondled their son in childish delight , and asked if it could be he , or did they not dream ? and how he had been , and if he still set his heart on his western home . They rejoiced till midnight , and hurried each other with questions , and wearied each other with talk . `` It looks pleasant as ever in Cloverdale , '' said Matthew . `` Home is home , after all . The old hills looked so good , I wanted to kiss 'em , when they hove in sight .