"It is good," said his brother; "but since both were so short, I think that each might have another turn. We have so many unused ones written upon our tablets by the loving people."
"Surely," said the other. "Tell me one more."
"Sit not upon the street corner, an error-cripple, holding up your tin cup for sympathy. Get you feet and limbs of understanding and run your race. And now for yours."
"A fact higher than your very highest ideal is the truth, always."
"But there is another that I want to tell."
"Go on," bade his brother.
"You see, I really could not leave this out: If it isn't kind, don't say it."
"Very good," said his brother; "but I must have another turn, for this one is very needful: If you must look over your brother's fence, don't."
"Oh," said his brother, "at this rate we shall never stop. Let us put our hands over our mouths and run—in just one moment the elepaio bird will call."
