At the time when our tale opens he worshipped a youth-the son of a retired naval officer,-who possessed at least some of the qualities that are occasionally found in a hero.
So, too, we may dismiss Miss Madge Stevens, a poor relation, who was worth her weight in gold to the widow, inasmuch as she acted the part of general servant, nurse, mender of the household garments, and recipient of joys and sorrows, all of which duties she fulfilled for love, and for just shelter and sustenance sufficient to keep her affectionate spirit within her rather thin but well-favoured body.
As it plays little or no part in our tale we dismiss it with the remark that it was of the male sex, and was at once the hope, fear, joy and anxiety of its distracted mother. Having kicked, crashed, and smashed his way though an uproarious infancy and a stormy childhood, he had become a sedate, earnest, energetic boy, with a slight dash of humour in his spirit, and more than a dash of determination. The second babe, Philip, was verging on fifteen. The eldest babe, Mary-better known as May-was seventeen years of age, and dwelt in London, to which great city she had been tempted by an elderly English cousin, Miss Sarah Lillycrop, who held out as baits a possible situation and a hearty welcome. The small family of Mrs Maylands consisted of three babes-so their mother styled them. The whole place suggested shipwreck and smugglers. Though little it was a tremendous bay, with mighty cliffs landward, and jutting ledges on either side, and forbidding rocks at the entrance, which waged continual warfare with the great Atlantic billows that rolled into it. The tumble-down cottage was near the sea, not far from a little bay named Howlin Cove. Hence the migration to Ireland, where she had been born, and where she hoped to live economically. She was the widow of an English clergyman, who had left her with a small family and the smallest income that was compatible with that family’s maintenance. It’s important to take your time and do things carefully, rather than rushing and making mistakes.Once upon a time-only once, observe, she did not do it twice-a widow of the name of Maylands went, in a fit of moderate insanity, and took up her abode in a lonely, tumble-down cottage in the west of Ireland. So, as you can see, “haste makes waste” is a saying that has a lot of truth to it. If he had just taken a few extra minutes to check his work, he would have gotten it right. He was in such a hurry to finish that he didn’t bother to check his work. James was trying to solve a math problem. Again, hurrying had led to a mistake that could have easily been avoided. The cake was ruined and her son was very disappointed. She was in such a hurry that she accidentally put salt instead of sugar in the cake. Story 2 : The Importance of Taking Your Time: A Lesson Learned from a Birthday Cake DisasterĪ woman was baking a cake for her son’s birthday. His rushed efforts had led to an accident that could have been avoided if he had just taken his time. He was rushing so much that he didn’t notice a hole in the road. We’ve written some tiny stories about it.Ī man was in a hurry to get home to his family. Taking your time and being careful is usually better in the long run. “Haste makes waste” is an old saying that means if you hurry and do something too quickly, you’re likely to make mistakes or not do a good job. We will read about “Haste Makes Waste” in this post.
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