It puts a limp into you, and you stay at the tail-end instead of being what every bright smart girl and boy ought to be—up in the van, right at the front.
You don't want to be a tail-ender, I am sure—a kind of "might-have-been."
You should have some business get-up to you.—
"Alert and at the prow
Of life's broad deck
To seize the passing moment big with fate
From opportunity's extended hand."
Take care of being Limpy Late, for if you let that spirit grow, some day you will be "Too late" and that makes two of the saddest words in the language.
XIX
"SISSY SLOW"
I really believe some people are so slow they could not catch a cold.
If they ever get one, they really do not get it,—it gets them.
They are like molasses in winter—there is no run to it.—And the worst is, they do not think it is very important.