She took just as much pains, again, about the acorn which you crushed under your foot just now, and which you fancy will never come to anything.

Madam How is wiser than that.

She knows that it will come to something.

She will find some use for it, as she finds a use for everything.

That acorn which you crushed will turn into mould, and that mould will go to feed the roots of some plant, perhaps next year, if it lies where it is; or perhaps it will be washed into the brook, and then into the river, and go down to the sea, and will feed the roots of some plant in some new continent ages and ages hence: and so Madam How will have her own again.