idlety

Updated: May 2, 2025

There was an instant of petrifaction. "Diddlety iddlety idlety!" chanted the waiter with far-away sweetness. Fanny Fitz and the ostler were outside the gate simultaneously: the filly was already rounding the first turn of the road; two strides more, and she was gone as though she had never been, and "Oh, my nineteen pounds!" thought poor Fanny Fitz.

Martin Ross - All on the Irish Shore: Irish Sketches