"Yes," replied Jonas; "and if you work slowly and carefully, I think you can make a pretty good one yourself." Rollo thought so too, and away he ran to make the experiment. Under the great work bench, he found, among a quantity of boards and bits of wood, a number of long bars of walnut, which Jonas had split out from the wood pile to keep for handles. He took one of these, and carried it off to the shed, to look for the saw and the hatchet. The first thing was, as he supposed, to saw off a piece of the wood just long enough for a wedge. But in this he was mistaken. In doing any piece of work of this kind, it is always very important to consider which part it is best to do first. Rollo did not think of this, and so he marked off a piece of the walnut wood about long enough for a wedge, and then sawed it off. "Now," said he, "I must make the sides smooth, and sharpen it." So he took the piece of wood in his hand, and put one end of it down upon a large log of wood, and then attempted to smooth and sharpen it, as he had seen Jonas sharpen a stake. But he could not succeed very well. The wood was very hard, and he could not cut it. Then it was so short that it was almost impossible to hold it. At almost every blow of the hatchet it slipped out of his hand; and then, besides, he was very much afraid of cutting his fingers; so that, after working laboriously for some time, he came back to Jonas in despair, holding his wedge in his hands, which, however, instead of being properly sharpened, was only rounded off a little at the corners. "O dear me!" said he to Jonas, as he came up to him with the intended wedge in his hands, "I can't make a wedge at all. It's no use to try." Then he explained to Jonas the difficulties that he had met with. "True," said Jonas; "I see. I advise you to give it up." "Yes," said Rollo, "the wood is so hard." "O, no," said Jonas; "_that_ is no great trouble--you could easily manage that." "But then I can't hold it." "That is of no consequence either. I could tell you a way to hold it well enough." "What is the reason, then, why you think I had better give up?" "Because you have not patience enough." Rollo stood silent and thoughtful as Jonas said this, with his piece of wood in one hand, and his hatchet in the other. "It takes a great deal of patience to make a thing which we never made before." "Why?" said Rollo. "O, because there are always unforeseen difficulties. We don't know exactly how to do it, and are apt to make mistakes; and so we spoil some of our work, and this makes us impatient and fretful." "But I could not help coming to you," said Rollo, "when I found I could not sharpen my wedge." "I did not blame you for coming to me," said Jonas. "But you said I was impatient."