QUERCUS 



Our virtue should not be a deed, or a work, but 

 a growth — a growth like a tree's, always rising 

 higher from its own inward strength and sap. 

 — Pliillips Brooks. 



:ERE are some lazy acorns!'' 

 shouted the wind, slapping an 

 old oak so briskly that Quer- 

 cus let go the bough and fell 

 to earth. 



This was his first contact with the world. 

 There he sat on the moss, like the cat on the 

 mat in the primer; yet he did not long for 

 greater prominence, for to be obscure is to be 

 secure. 



''Ah!" cried he, as something light and 



winged whirled by, ' ' airy fairy, who are you ? ' ' 



''I am little Pinus," answered the winged 



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