"Half a league," he muttered—"half a league—"
He seemed likely to keep continuing this phrase indefinitely, so after a time the teacher said, "Well, go on."
"Half a league," responded Jimmie.
The teacher had the opened book before her, and she read from it:
"'All in the valley of Death
Rode the—'
Go on," she concluded.
Jimmie said,
"All in the valley of Death
Rode the—the—the—"
He cast a glance of supreme appeal upon the teacher, and breathlessly whispered, "Rode the what?"