Makes him busy and self-reliant--makes a man of him.

Did he say how ?" "Who, sir--my uncle Frederick ?" "Yes." "No, sir, he only said that I must wait." "Like I have to wait for the sun to ripen my fruit, eh?
Ah, but I don't like that.

If the sun don't come I pick it, and store it under cover to ripen as well as it will." I looked at him wonderingly.
"That waiting," he went on, "puts me in mind of the farmer and his corn in the fable--get out, cats!--he waited till he found that the proper thing to do was to get his sons to work and cut the corn themselves." "Yes, sir," I said smiling; "and then the lark thought it was time to take her young ones away." "Good, lad; right!" he cried.

"That fable contains the finest lesson a boy can learn.

Don't you wait for others to help you: help yourself." "I'll try, sir." "That's right.