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　　“I will always be good， said John， “and then I shall go to be with my father in heaven. What joy it will be when we see each other again! How much I shall have to relate to him， and how many things he will be able to explain to me of the delights of heaven， and teach me as he once did on earth. Oh， what joy it will be!

　　He pictured it all so plainly to himself， that he smiled even while the tears ran down his cheeks.

　　the little birds in the chestnut-trees twittered， “Tweet， tweet; they were so happy， although they had seen the funeral; but they seemed as if they knew that the dead man was now in heaven， and that he had wings much larger and more beautiful than their own; and he was happy now， because he had been good here on earth， and they were glad of it. John saw them fly away out of the GREen trees into the wide world， and he longed to fly with them; but first he cut out a large wooden cross， to place on his father's grave; and when he brought it there in the evening， he found the grave decked out with gravel and flowers. Strangers had done this; they who had known the good old father who was now dead， and who had loved him very much.

　　Early the next morning， John packed up his little bundle of clothes， and placed all his money， which consisted of fifty dollars and a few shillings， in his girdle; with this he determined to try his fortune in the world. But first he went into the churchyard; and， by his father's grave， he offered up a prayer， and said， “Farewell.