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Mrs. Mills had just come outside; Sally listened with one ear as she began to tell a policeman her story of what had happened. It was funny: she was saying that Mr. Priddy had shoved her at the door and threatened her with the knife. He had done no such thing.

"Now scat," Mrs. Mills said, and gave Sally a swat on the behind with the copy of the program she was holding.
There shall be weeping, thought Sally, face burning, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth.

It was a silly poem, not a real one.