_humility is the forerunner of advancement._ [Footnote: Washington's
own words]

RED ROWAN
(seated on mossy log, as she reads his hand). What would you wish to
be?

WASHINGTON
(simply).
When I grow older, a man of deeds, not words. [Footnote: Washington's
own words]

RED ROWAN.
Well, then, give hither. (Reading his hand.) Your name is Washington,
and you come from beyond Blue Ridge. All this I know. For the rest, let
me read. You are well versed in woodcraft, but not so well in books.

WASHINGTON.
There I must mend me.

RED ROWAN.
Aye. You are a notable horseman: your wrist is quick at the foils; you
can swim, climb, and fight, if need be. You are strong, and your valor
equals your strength, your courtesy, your bearing. The line of truth is
here. You smile?

WASHINGTON.
I was thinking of the matter of a hatchet and a cherry tree!

RED ROWAN