You are happy as you are, because you know nothing else than your own little life; for ignorance _is_ happiness, Bebee, let sages, ancient and modern, say what they will.

But when you know a little, you will want to know more: and when you know much, you will want to see much also, and then--and then--the thing will grow--you will be no longer content.

That is, you will be unhappy." Bebee watched him with wistful eyes.
"Perhaps that is true.

No doubt it is true, if you say it.

But you know all the world seems full of voices that I hear, but that I cannot understand; it is with me as I should think it is with people who go to foreign countries and do not know the tongue that is spoken when they land; and it makes me unhappy, because I cannot comprehend, and so the books will not make me more so, but less.