One day, Lady Eleanor entered her garden to the sound of weeping. Following the sound, she discovered one of her young herbs crying piteously.
“Whatever is the matter?” implored the mistress of the garden.
“Well, you, see,” the tender green began, “my leaves are wilting in the heat. I asked several birds, a chipmunk and even a wasp for advice,” but each one flung away without giving me a second thought.”
“Oh, my dear!” Lady Eleanor replied. “You should have asked your own grandfather. Haven’t you heard that he gives sage advice?”