Cobwebs from an Empty Skull

“I should like to climb up you, if you don’t mind,” cried an ivy to a young oak.

“Oh, certainly; come along,” was the cheerful assent.

So she started up, and finding she could grow faster than he, she wound round and round him until she had passed up all the line she had.  The oak, however, continued to grow, and as she could not disengage her coils, she was just lifted out by the root.  So that ends the oak-and-ivy business, and removes a powerful temptation from the path of the young writer.