human
Oh, she cried,
gpt
I've seen the house where Mr. Poe lives. And we went in the graveyard. Who was the other lady sitting on the porch?
human
That was Mrs. Clemm. I go up there to borrow books; and I like Mr. Poe, only--well, he is rather unfortunate.
gpt
Was she so beautiful?
human
Mrs. Poe? Yes; I think she must have been. She looked like a small white wraith--do you know what a wraith is?
gpt
A kind of ghost. And were they very poor?
human
It's a sad story. I think they were proud as well, for any one would have come in and done any needed thing. They had friends in the city who used to visit them. Mrs. Clemm was Mrs. Poe's mother and the poet's aunt; and it is said Annabel Lee means his wife. It's a wild, musical thing. Every story or poem of his has a curious ghostly sound.
gpt
But--the high-born kinsman--
human
You can't understand it. Poets say queer things. I'm not fond of poetry, only here and there. And the stories make you shiver. You wouldn't like them. He has all sorts of books, and he is very generous with them. We've planned that you are to come up and stay a week with us. Some of the folks are going away, and there will be plenty of room.