"Whither are you going?"
"I don't know either."
"What do you want in the world?"
"I want to know, for my name is Query."
"Oh, you want to know? Then perhaps you know the road to Truth."
"Yes, I know it, and that is why I do not go on it, for I want to see that which I do not know."
"But Truth knows all."
"Oh no; how can she know? She sits up there in her castle, while I run about and ask and ask."
And she skipped about restlessly as she spoke. Seeing a flower, she stooped down and asked—