"A shorn lamb," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"What can't you make out of a pig's ear?" said I.
"A gift-horse," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"What should you never look in the mouth?" said I.
"A silk purse," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"What's half a loaf better than?" said I.
"Chickens before they are hatched," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"But let's not play this any more," said my friend Annabel Lee. "I'm languid and weary. Can't you talk to me—and talk so that I may feel rested and comfortable? And don't stare!"
"I fear I can't amuse you. I am sorry," said I. "You may envy me, Annabel Lee. You have not Annabel Lee to took at. Would not life look rich and full to
