and so I made much with a vivid fancy of all that came in my path."
"And what do you, now that you are one-and-twenty?" said my friend Annabel Lee.
"I sit quietly," I replied, "and wish not, and wait not—and look back upon the days in the Butte High School with mingled feelings."
"Also unawares," said my friend Annabel Lee, "you still think things relating to that which is one day to open wondrously for you. But, never mind," she added hastily, as I was about to say something, "tell me about the Butte High School."
"'Twas a place," said I, "where were gathered together manifold interesting phenomena, and where I studied Vergil, and grew fond of it, and was good in it; and where I studied geometry, and was fond of it, and knew less about it each day that I studied it;—and always I
