“Eight long furlongs I’ve gone to-day!”
With evident pride said Ethel May.
“Three hundred and twenty rods, you know,
Is what I’ve been,”--’twas brother Joe.
“One thousand, seven hundred and sixty--true!
So many yards I’ve walked,” said Prue.
“Five thousand, two hundred and eighty feet
I’ve gone,” said Ben, “and it can’t be beat!”
“Pooh!” laughed Ted, with a knowing smile,
“You’ve only gone, each one, a mile!”