WHO CAN ANSWER?
Reading edition
BY GRACE A. CANNON.
The question's not a new one, dear, But one that ev'ry day Comes to some girls and boys I know While at their work or play. My Nanny comes to me at morn, And with beseeching look, Asks me if I can tell her where She'll find her slate or book. And Teddy comes to me and says, Sometimes with downcast eye, "Mamma dear, won't you please to come And help me find my tie?" And Alice, too, comes with a frown When going out for play; "Oh dear, mamma, what did I do With my hat yesterday?" No hat is found out in the hall; The book's not in its case; No tie is found upstairs to be In its accustomed place. Now me the reason tell, my dear, And quickly, if you can, Why all these things may not be found By Alice, Ted, or Nan? The question's not a new one, dear, But one that ev'ry day Comes to some girls and boys I know While at their work or play.
