"'He isn't there!' said the man, over and over. 'He isn't there!' and he looked so happy—oh, as happy as if it was his birthday or something.
"So they walked along out into the sunshine again, and sweeter flowers than ever were growing all around them, and a bird that was near began singing a new song that the man had never heard.
"There was a lovely green mountain ahead of them now. 'Purity,' said the man, for something suddenly came into his head, 'is this the Heavenly Country?'
"'Yes,' said Purity, and she clapped her hands for joy because the man knew it was.
"They walked along and the bird's notes were louder and sweeter. 'I think, said the man softly, 'I think he is singing the song of true delight.'
"'He is,' said Purity.
"So, when they had walked a little farther still, they began to see a splendid castle at the foot of the mountain.
"'Oh,' said the man, just as happily as anything, 'is that home at last!'
"'Yes,' said Purity, 'it is the Castle of True Delight.'