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	"I do not think"—said Samuel Whiskers, pausing to take a look at Tom Kitten—"I do not think it will be a good pudding. It smells sooty." Anna Maria was about to argue the point, when all at once there began to be other sounds up above—the rasping noise of a saw; and the noise of a little dog, scratching and yelping!
	The rats dropped the rolling-pin, and listened attentively.
	"We are discovered and interrupted, Anna Maria; let us collect our property—and other people's,—and depart at once."
	"I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding."
	"But I am persuaded that the knots would have proved indigestible, whatever you may urge to the contrary."