"Shall I help you?" said the loud voice of the master of the field.
The child was terrified, and replied, "Indeed, indeed, I have not
touched a single stalk or ear of corn except those which were left on
the ground."
"I believe you, my little fellow, you need not tremble so; if you were
a thief you would not be a gleaner. Come here, my boy." He then took him
to a sheaf of corn, and filled his bag.
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.
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