"I shall have the nicest kind of a garden," said Jamie, one morning.
"I'm going to make it in that pretty little spot just over the bank. I
mean to have some flowers in pots and some in beds just like the
gardener; and then you can have fresh ones every day, mamma. I'm going
right over there now."
Jamie started off bravely with his spade on his shoulder; but when,
after an hour, mamma went to see how he was getting on, she found him
lying on the grass, with the ground untouched.
"Why, Jamie, where is your garden?"
"I was just lying here, and thinking how nice it will look when it is
all done," said Jamie.
Mamma shook her head. "But that will not dig ground, nor make the
flowers grow, little boy. No good deed was ever done by only lying
still and thinking about it."