exactly like the Kaatensteins. And you, telling a story of the Kaatensteins, are delicately, oh, delicately incongruous!"
"Were you ever at a feast in the Kaatenstein duck-yard?" said my friend Annabel Lee.
"Yes, indeed," said I, "along with Bill and Katy Kelly, at the age of eleven. And I have seen every toy in the black-walnut bureau." "And which would you," said my friend Annabel Lee, "to be at a feast with the Kaatensteins at the age of eleven, or here, now, with me?"
"When all's said," said I, "here with you, now, by far."
"'Tis very good of you," said my friend Annabel Lee, and looked at me with her purple eyes.
