Miss Nancy Ellicott Strode across the hills and broke them, Rode across the hills and broke them— The barren New England hills— Riding to hounds Over the cow-pasture.
Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked * And danced all the modern dances; * And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it, * But they knew that it was modern.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
The army of unalterable law.