IV
Boston
YESTERDAY the lady was in her most amiable mood, and we talked together—about Boston, it so happened.
"Do you like Boston?" she asked me.
"Yes," I replied; "I am fond of Boston. It fascinates me."
"But not fonder of it than of Butte, in Montana?"
"Oh, no," said I, hastily. "Butte in Montana is my first love. There are barren mountains there—they are with me always. Boston doesn't go to my heart in the least, but I like it much. I like to live here."
"I am fond of Boston—sometimes," Annabel Lee observed. "Here by the sea
