Answer:
They come at night without being called and are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?
What gets whiter the dirtier it gets?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light. Grown in the darkness, a lady's delight. What am I?
You turn me over after you have travelled far.
A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.