"They were great people, I suppose, and they appeared very happy; but though I seemed nothing to myself after them, still I think I would not change." "You are wise without books, Bebee." "Oh, no, I am not wise at all.

I only feel.

And give me books; oh, pray, give me books! You do not know; I will learn so fast; and I will not neglect anything, that I promise.

The neighbors and Jeannot say that I shall let the flowers die, and the hut get dirty, and never spin or prick Annemie's patterns; but that is untrue.

I will do all, just as I have done, and more too, if only you will give me things to read, for I do think when one is happy, one ought to work more--not less." "But will these books make you happy?
If you ask me the truth, I must tell you--no.