"Why, I have heard," said Forester, "of people losing their way in the woods, and, after a great deal of wandering, getting back to the place they started from. So that, possibly, we may wander about all day, and get back here at night."
"I hope not, I'm sure," said Marco. "I am tired of this old hovel."
"Why, the lumber-men stay in these places all winter," said Forester.
"Yes," replied Marco, "but then they know that they can get out whenever they please. We don't know that we can ever get out."
"That is true," said Forester, "and it makes a great difference."
"Don't you feel concerned about our finding our way out?" asked Marco.
"No," said Forester. "I make it a rule never to be concerned about anything."
"Oh, Forester!" said Marco,—"I think we ought to be concerned when we get lost in the woods."
"No," replied Forester. "We ought to do the best we can to get out, but not to be concerned. To be concerned is to be anxious and unhappy. This does no good. Being concerned would never help us find our way out of the woods."