E. Nesbit,
The Book of Dragons — VIII. KIND LITTLE EDMUND, or THE CAVES AND THE COCKATRICE
(1901)
“ Edmund lived with his grandmother. She loved him very much, in spite of his inquiring mind, and hardly scolded him at all when he frizzled up her tortoiseshell comb in his anxiety to find out whether it was made of real tortoiseshell or of something that would burn. Edmund went to school, of course, now and then, and sometimes he could not prevent himself from learning something, but he never did it on purpose."It is such waste of time," said he. "They only know what everybody knows. I want to find out new things that nobody has thought of but me." ”
