"Well," at last said my friend, "since you must do something, go out and find somebody worse off, lower down, more needy than you were when you first came to me, and help him."
As he went away my friend settled down to an afternoon's study and enjoyment of his books, and of Nature, but within an hour his protégé returned wearing a smile that reached almost from ear to ear. As he entered the gate he called out: "I've got him! I've got him!"
"Got who?"
"Why, the man you sent me for!"
"What man?"
"The man you told me to go and find and help. I've found him, and I thought I couldn't help him better than by bringing him to you."
"Where is he?"
"He's waiting out here by the barn, for I couldn't persuade him to come up until I had first seen and told you."
"Bring him along!"