A PUZZLING THING
Eight of us went to a party—
The nicest ever given.
There was apple fluff, and frosted stuff,
And cake and candy and fruit enough,
But seats for only seven!
Eight of us hurried homeward
After the happy treat,
With run and bound; yet there were found
Only the tracks on the dusty ground
Of seven pairs of feet!
Eight of us got back safely,
And seven told with glee
Of all we'd done, and the feast and the fun—
But one of us was a silent one.
Now, which can that one be?
NANCY BYRD TURNER.