The next day, Brian told Auntie Sue that he would leave on the morrow.
"Leave?" she echoed in dismay. "Why, Brian, where are you going?"
"I don't exactly know," he returned; "but, of course, I must go
somewhere, out into the world again."
"And why must you 'go somewhere, out into the world again'?" she
demanded.
"To work," he answered, smiling. "If I am to go on, as you say, I must
go where I can find something to do."
"If that isn't just like you--you child!" cried the old teacher. "You
are all alike,--you boys and girls. You all must have something to do;
always, it is 'something to do'."
"Well," he returned, "and must we not have something to do?"
"You will do something, certainly," she answered; "but, before you
can DO anything that is worth doing, you must BE something. Life isn't
DOING;--it is BEING."
"I wonder if that was not the real reason for my wretched failures,"
said Brian, thoughtfully.
"It is the real reason for most of our failures," she returned. "And so
you are not going to fail again. You are not going away somewhere, you
don't know where, to do something you don't know what. You are going to
stay right here, and just BE something. Then, when the time comes, you
will do whatever is yours to do as naturally and as inevitably as the
birds sing, as the blossoms come in the spring, or as the river finds
its way to the sea.
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