"
"Nonsense about that," said John; "I will enjoy myself while I can."
"And so will I," replied Robert; "and I shall best enjoy myself by
keeping a good conscience, and so I will go to school."
"Very well, Robert, then tell the master that I am ill and cannot come,"
said John.
"I shall do no such thing, John," replied Robert; "I shall simply tell
the truth, if I am asked why you are not with me."
"Then I say you are very unkind, Robert," said John.
"You will not go with me, then?" asked Robert, with a tear in his sweet
blue eye.
"I shall go up into this tree," said John; "and so good morning to you."
Poor Robert gave one long look at his brother, heaved a deep sigh, and
went on his way. And naughty John sat in the tree and watched him, after
he had crossed the stile, walk along the smooth broad pathway that led
through the field, then enter the church-yard, and stoop to read a verse
on a tomb-stone; then take out his kerchief, wipe a tear from his eye,
look upward to the cloudless heaven, and then he was gone.
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