the world?

Poor little boy in the Yesterdays who knew nothing of the value of
Ignorance! Poor boys in the grown up world--admiring and envying those
who know more of evil than themselves!

So, always, secretly, the boy, as the years passed, gained the
knowledge that makes men wish that they could be boys again. So,
always, do men learn the value of Ignorance too late.

And then, as the man lived again in his Yesterdays, and, realizing in
his manhood the value of Ignorance, wished that he could be a boy
again, the little girl came to take her place in his intellectual life
even as she took her place in all the life of his boyhood. Again he
saw her wondering eyes as she stood with him in the stable door to
watch the hired man among the horses. Again he felt her timid hand in
his as he led her to a place where, safe from horns and heels, they
could observe, together, the fascinating operation of milking.
Together they listened to the words of strange wisdom and marveled at
the knowledge of the barnyard scientist.

All that the boy learned from the old negro, of the fearsome creatures
that inhabit the unseen world, he, in turn, gave to the little girl.
And sometimes she even went with him on a pilgrimage to the cabin over
the hill; there to gaze, half frightened, at the black-faced seer who
had such store of awful wisdom.

The boy's pride in his father's superior goodness and wisdom she
shared fully--because he was the father of the boy.