Susan, your little friend Shygirl is wrong. She has been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. She does not believe except she see. She thinks that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by her little mind. All minds, Susan, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.Yes, Susan, there is an Agnes. She exists as certainly as creativity and individuality and self-assuredness exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Agnes! It would be as dreary as if there were no Susans. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.