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"Who has assisted you with all this, Mrs. Worse?" he asked. "Mr. Samuelsen," she answered, somewhat anxiously. "Samuelsen? Samuelsen?" repeated the Consul. "Yes, that is to say, Pitter Nilken. Perhaps you know him better by that name." "Ah yes! the little man in the shop. H'm! Does Mr. Samuelsen wish to go into partnership with you?" "No.
And, then again, the brutal unnaturalness of the thing that had just been done before me! "Abruptly, over by the door, I heard a faint noise a sort of crickling sound, and then a pitter or two upon the floor. A great nervous thrill swept over me, seeming to run up my spine and over the back of my head; for the seal that secured the door had just been broken. Something was there.
"Have you begun to fill your storehouse for winter yet?" inquired Happy Jack. "Of course I have. I don't mean to let Jack Frost catch me with an empty storehouse," replied Striped Chipmunk. "When leaves turn yellow, brown, and red, And nuts come pitter, patter down; When days are short and swiftly sped, And Autumn wears her colored gown, I'm up before old Mr.
Little Pitter Nilken had arrived at that stage of shriveldom, at which both fruits and people cannot hold out much longer without a change. He still managed to swing himself over the counter as lightly as a cork when the enemy became too troublesome, and the redoubtable iron ruler had lost none of its gruesome terrors. Mrs. Worse, on the contrary, had become rather stout in the course of years.
And there, there was laughing, story-telling, drinking of healths, and rejoicing, until Pitter Nilken was quite overcome, and offered of his own accord to sing "The Knife-Grinder's Courtship" a song which had been a great favourite in the days of his youth.
When they have done all they can think of, they get in a row, all bow together, then pitter patter away. The clerk has to make out the menus and as his English is limited, he calls upon me very often to help him. Yesterday he came with only one entry and that was "Corns on the ear."
But the fisherman, drawing the ashes together, placed wood on the top of them, and soon the fire blazed brightly. Then in the light of the flames they sat and talked, yet they thought only of Undine. The window rattled. They raised their heads to listen. The rain fell in heavy drops, pitter, patter. They thought it was the tread of tiny feet.
"Why, Jennie," said she, speaking now for the first time, "here we are; and when we stand still we don't move at all; we don't go home a bit, Jennie." "Of course not, Dotty Dimple; that's a very bright speech! I've thought the same thought my own self before ever you did!" Another silence, broken only by the pitter patter of the rain; for the thunder was growing less and less frequent.
Show yourself to him!" At these words, the Princess put her head out of the highest window, and when the Prince saw her lovely face, he fell down on his knees, trembling with happiness, and protesting in broken sentences his love for her; while she, bending out over the window-sill, wept silently tears of joy, which came down pitter, patter, on the Prince's head.
But now all were as hard as stone. Mrs. Worse herself did not seem to be so nervous as she was the day before, and when she entered Consul Carman's office, with Pitter Nilken's papers under her arm, her step was as firm and confident as a man's. It was now several years since Worse had left the firm, but some ill-feeling had long remained on both sides, and the deceased and Mr.
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