“I DON’T KNOW.”
Our little hero lived in a very pretty cottage on the hills. He was fond of reading, and his parents, who could well afford it, indulged the boy to his heart’s content with interesting books.
By his schoolmates this lad was known by the nickname of “Careless Harry,” because he was so untidy and negligent in his habits. Out of all the expensive books that had been purchased for him there wasn’t one that had a decent cover. Indeed, some of them had their backs completely broken with ill-usage, while others hadn’t a back at all. Besides being careless and forgetful the boy had still another fault. If his mother asked him a question, the answer was sure to be, “I don’t know.”
“Where’s your hat, Harry?”
“I don’t know.”
“What have you done with your ball?”
“I don’t know.”
“Child, however did you tear your clothing in that frightful manner?” [[99]]
“I am sure I don’t know.”