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"It is an old and foolish tale. Be still, For now, I think, your father's step I hear, Though not the tune he whistles down the hill. He comes--is at the door. Why, goodman, dear, You're out of breath! Bad news you bring, I fear." "Bad news" (the goodman smiles, with half a frown), "But not for us; and so take heart of cheer. I own I'm out of breath--but sit ye down And hear the strangest thing e'er happened in this town."