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“Where is Molly?” Like a Shell, Short and sharp, the question fell, Scattering every one pell mell From the cellar’s safe retreat Through the house on panic feet, Basement, Attic--everywhere They sought, one hope remained and there On the Drying-roof they found her, Shrapnel flashing all around her, Calm and cool ’mid war’s alarms, Hugging something in her arms. “I’s all right--don’t cwy!” said Molly, “I tame back to det my dolly!”