go through life, remember to save up your gratitude for the bitternesses you have known—and remember that for you the bitterest is yet to come."
"Have you, Annabel Lee," I asked, "already known the bitterest that can come—and can you sit with your hands folded in the midst of a burning house?"
"Not I!" said my friend Annabel Lee, and laughed gayly.
Again I looked hard at her—and she looked back at me.
Certainly there are times when my friend Annabel Lee is like a stone wall.
