"If you were busy being right,
You'd find yourself too busy quite
To criticize your neighbor long
Because he's busy being wrong."
A BOY WHO WAS WANTED
"Well, I have found out one thing," said Jack as, hot, tired, and dusty, he
came to his mother.
"What is that?" she asked.
"That there are a great many boys in the world."
"Didn't you know that before?"
"Partly; but I didn't know there were so many more boys than are wanted."
"Why do you think there are more than are wanted?"
"Because I have been 'round and 'round till I am worn out, trying to find a
place to work. Wherever I go, there are more boys than places. Doesn't that
show that there are too many boys?"
"Not exactly," said his mother, with a smile. "It depends entirely on the
kind of boy. A good boy is always wanted somewhere."
"Well, if I am a good boy, I wish that I knew that I was wanted."
"Patience, patience, my boy. In such a great world as this is, with so many
places and so many boys, it is no wonder some of them do not find their
places at once. But be sure, dear," as she laid a very caressing hand on
his arm, "that every boy who wants a chance to do fair, honest work will
find it.
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