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Updated: May 5, 2025
On their way home through the empty streets they quickly arrived at their neighborhood when suddenly Peggy honked on a horn and slammed on the brakes-ding-dong. A young Korean boy and his sister were on the road. Ding-dong. The girl had run in front of the car in an attempt to get the ball that her brother had overthrown. It was too late. The car slammed against her body.
The girls did not bring their dolls or toys to school, and the reason for this is that girls don't have pockets in their dresses. Or, if they do have a pocket, it is too small to hold more than a handkerchief. I think the girls ought to get together and insist on having pockets made in their dresses. It isn't fair for the boys to have so many. "Ding-dong!" rang the bell again.
The wind roars in upon it through windows and loopholes; and the wind knows everything, for he gets it from the air, which encircles all things, and the church bell understands his tongue, and rings it out into the world, 'Ding-dong! ding-dong! "But it was too much for me to hear and to know; I was not able any longer to ring it out.
Even the sick lady at neighbor Van Stoepel's was out of danger. But the next morning! Ah, how stupidly school bells will ding-dong, ding-dong, when one is tired. Ludwig was sure that he had never listened to anything so odious. Even Peter felt pathetic on the occasion. Carl said it was a shameful thing for a fellow to have to turn out when his bones were splitting.
"Be still, thou querulous old clapper! I can see over to Hougoumont and St. John. And about forty-five years since, I rang all through one Sunday in June, when there was such a battle going on in the corn-fields there, as none of you others ever heard tolled of. Yes, from morning service until after vespers, the French and English were all at it, ding-dong."
"What then will I do?" "Why, pray God forgive you bein French," growled old Ding-dong, propped against the wheel. "That's your worst crime." The boy came up from below, deathly pale, the wind lifting his hair. He crossed to the old Commander, reeling faintly among the dead as he came. "Lanyon alive?" "Yes, sir. All well below," in thin and ghostly voice. The old man nodded satisfaction.
There was a thrill in the fading voice; a thrill of devotion to the man who had destroyed him. "So he broke me, Nelson did, and I don't blame him: discipline is discipline, all said. Told the Admiralty they could choose between him and me between Lord Nelson of the Nile, that is, and old Ding-dong, who'd climbed to the quarter-deck through the hawse-holes.... So they chose."
He strolled off to old Ding-dong, propped on his corpse beside the wheel. "Well, sir, you play a pretty stick with a handspike still! how's yerself?" "Tidy," grunted the veteran. "How fur's yon frigate yet? I can't see over the side, settin on my little sofia." "Within random shot, sir. She's got a slant of wind, and is crowding all sail to get alongside." "Then we'd best be sturrin.
"Money, Family, Influence, are a ding-dong bell which you must weary of, Mr. Somers sometimes." "Ben has disappointed me; I must confess that." "My sister is eccentric. Provided she marries him, the family programme will be changed. You must lop him from the family tree." He took up a paper, bowed to me with an unvexed air, and read a column or so.
Then he shuffled up closer to Uncle Wiggily, and was about to bite him when all of a sudden the nutmeg grater tail of the scalery alligator accidentally hit against the bluebell flower, and she awoke quickly. "Tinkle! Tinkle! Tinkle! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!" rang out the bluebell, just like an alarm clock in the morning. "Ding-dong-dong! Tinkle! Tinkle!"
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