I was still in the days when I was content to _find out_ things, and did not long to communicate my discoveries.

Moreover, I was used to living in two worlds, a real world and a make-believe one, without ever knowing which was which.

In one world I had much company--father and mother and sister and friends--and did as others did, and took everything for granted.

In the other world I was all alone, and I had to discover ways for myself; and I was so uncertain that I did not attempt to bring a companion along.

And did I find my own father treading in the unknown ways?
Then perhaps some day he would come across me, and take me farther than I had yet been; but I would not be the first to whisper that I was there.