“A mile,” said I.
“What makes the mare go?” said my friend Annabel Lee.
“Money,” said I.
“Whom does conscience make cowards of?” said my friend Annabel Lee.
“Us all,” said I.
“What does a stitch in time save?” said my friend Annabel Lee.
“Nine,” said I.
“When are a fool and his money parted?” said my friend Annabel Lee.
“Soon,” said I.