through his brain the school-bell began to ring, and he must start immediately to reach the school-house in time.
And now his anxiety and perplexity became more intense than ever, and Jenny, looking up into his troubled countenance, began to cry.
Andrew, who never before had failed to be at the school door before the first tap of the bell, began to despair.
Was there nothing to be done?
Yes! a happy thought passed through his mind. How strange that he should not have thought of it before!
He would ask Dominie Black to let him take Jenny home.
What could be more sensible and straightforward than such a plan?
Of course the good old Schoolmaster gave Andrew the desired permission, and everything ended happily. But the best thing about the whole affair was the lesson that young Scotch boy learned that day.
And the lesson was this: when we are puzzling our brains with plans to help ourselves out of our troubles, let us always stop a moment in our planning, and try to think if there is not some simple way out of the difficulty, which shall be in every respect perfectly right. If we do that we will probably find the way, and also find it much more satisfactory as well as easier than any of our ingenious and elaborate plans.
