“‘O brother, what a bridge! O, I must get out and walk over it. I don’t dare to ride over such a bridge.’
“‘Poh, nonsense!’ said Henry. Her brother’s name was Henry. ‘The bridge is strong enough for a four-ox team. I have been over it a dozen times.’ So he drove on. His sister looked very much terrified when they came upon the bridge, but they went over safely.
“‘There,’ said Henry, when they had got over, ‘I told you it was safe.’
“When the other chaise came down, the young lady said the same thing to her brother, whose name was Charles. She said she was afraid to ride over.
“‘Very well,’ said Charles. ‘The bridge is safe enough, but I think, perhaps, it may be pleasanter for you to walk over. It will rest you to walk a little, and besides, you can stop to look at the pleasant prospect, up and down the river, from the middle of the bridge.’
“So his sister got out, and he drove the chaise over carefully, while she walked behind. Now, which do you think took the best course, Charles or Henry?”
“I—don’t know,” said Rollo.
“The way to determine,” said his father, “is to apply the Savior’s rule, ‘Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.’”
“Well, I think,” said Rollo, “that I should rather get out and walk.”