WHY MOTHER ’PHONED TO THE POLICEMAN

At first Mother did not miss Bobby and Betty.

But after a while she wondered where they were.

She went to the door and called, “Bob-by!”

There was no answer.

Then she called, “Bet-ty!”

Still there was no answer.

Then Mother guessed what had happened.

She went to the telephone and ’phoned to the policeman.

She told him Bobby and Betty were lost.

She asked him to help find them.

“How old are your children?” asked the policeman.

“Six years old,” said Mother.

“Don’t worry, Madam,” he said. “I’ll bring the children to you.”

While the policeman was hunting for Bobby and Betty, they were going on and on.

“I’m tired,” said Betty. “I want to go home.”

“Cheer up,” said Bobby. “Don’t cry, Betty, please. We’ll find Mother’s house, by-and-by.”

“Do you know the way home?” asked Betty.

“I think so,” said Bobby.

But even brave Bobby soon said, “I don’t know the way.”

Just then the policeman met the children.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“We are going home,” answered Bobby. “But we can’t find the way.”

“Come with me,” said the policeman. “I’ll show you the way.”

I like to dance along the street

And up and down the stairs,

Around the stove and in the grove

And in and out the chairs.

—Selected

The policeman on the corner

Wears a coat of blue.

He blows a great big whistle

Which says, “Too-too-too!”

—First Grade, Riverside, Illinois

My sides are firmly laced about,

Yet nothing is within.

You’ll think my head is strange indeed,

Being nothing else but skin.

A drum