He said it was a hundred and eleven feet long, but I think it's more.

And he led us all into the ready-made library to see a poem Edith had taken a prize with at school.

They'd had it printed in gold letters and framed in mother-of-pearl.

But the poem itself was rather simple and wistful and nice--he read it to us, though Edith tried to stop him.

She was modest about it, and said she'd never written anything else.