“One thousand, seven hundred and sixty—true!
So many yards I’ve walked,” said Prue.
“Five thousand, two hundred and eighty feet
I’ve gone,” said Ben, “and it can’t be beat!”
“Pooh!” laughed Ted, with a knowing smile,
“You’ve only gone, each one, a mile!”
[THE CASTLE OF MY DREAMS]
The castle I love is not set on a hill,
No flag from its turret waves,