A QUANDARY
Reading edition
WHEN they are tall and all grown up, I wonder where the children go? I wonder how one finds the place— My mother says she doesn't know. The little boy that's I, must go To this strange meeting-place some day, When I outgrow my starchy kilts, And nursery things are put away. Must I go there quite by myself? How shall I find the proper door, That hides so close and shuts away The little children gone before?
Copyright, 1908, by Duffield and Co.
