“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!”