As soon as this was done, Willy sprung up and flew into his father's
arms, and kissed him, exclaiming, "Thank you, thank you, dearest father,
kindest father! this is so kind!"

"May God reward you," said the boy, as he went away with tears in his
eyes.

Little Willy was very happy, and expressed his interest in the poor boy
several times on their way to the garden.

"Why are you so happy, my son? Is it on account of the ripe apricots, or
because you have tasted a different pleasure?"

Willy looked into his father's face said, "It is because that poor boy
is made happier."

After leaving the garden, he ran to his mother and gave her the flowers
he had gathered for her, and related the adventure with the little boy.
His mother was very much pleased to find her son possessed so much
kindness for the poor, and she promised to assist him in his benevolent
feelings, and to allow him in future to look after the poor little
stranger, and supply him with clothes, books, and also food for the
family, whenever it was necessary for their comfort.

Willy was never so happy and cheerful as when he was doing good and
planning something useful to his poor neighbors and friends, for this
was the way he lost sight of his own self-gratification, and grew up to
be a worthy and honorable man, respected and beloved by all who knew
him; for through his tender care and benevolence he dried many tears of
penury and sorrow.