And frets and fumes, and quakes and quivers
To think—whichever way to view it—
How in the world should she 'git through it.'
Th' emergency was sudden, dreadful,
And needed brains more than a headfull:
'Howsever,' calling up her wits,
(Instead of falling into fits,)
She lock'd the door; then fetch'd up straight
A stone of half-a-hundred weight,
Quick as if followed by Old Scratch,