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"Oh, how you did frighten us!" exclaimed Arabella, whose heart was still going pitter-patter. "We thought you were going to hurt Uncle Wiggily, Percival." "Oh, I'm so sorry I alarmed you," spoke the circus dog politely. "I won't do it again." Well, in a little while Percival and Uncle Wiggily were at the parade.
Jack a little later heard the cat-like steps of its mate leaving the place, until the pitter-patter died away in the distance. Then, for the first time, he dared to open his eyes, though he did not venture to move his head or hand a particle.
The Seventeen Little Bears tiptoed very softly out of bed, and "pitter-patter, pitter-patter" went their little feet down the stairs. "We can stew, we can bake, If we make no mistake." They made the fire and began to stew and bake. They made coffee and fried sausages and cakes. By and by Bunny and Susan woke up. "My fur and whiskers, I smell something cooking," said Bunny.
Cronk did not heed the pitter-patter of his mother's feet as she cleared the table, nor did he hear the droning of the twin's voices in the loft above. He was thinking of how the dead woman with her child his child, the one small atom he would have loved better than himself would be well avenged when Flea went away with Lem. Lon had kept track of the doings of the young district attorney.
As though awed and paralyzed by this revelation of the panther's dread presence, the chirping and juggling and p-r-r-r-ring and yelping of inferior creatures cease as if by mutual impulse moved, and the pitter-patter of little feet are heard on the clay floor of my bungalow.
"The squee-rrel or coyote or whatever it was," Mrs. Stott continued, "went pitter-patter, pitter-patter so!" She illustrated with her finger-tips on the oil-cloth. "Prob'ly a chipmunk," said Pinkey, prosaically. "Are they dangerous, Mr. Fripp?" inquired Miss Gaskett. "Not unless cornered or wounded," he replied, gravely.
As I marched up the acclivity, whiz piff whir! came the balls over my head; and pitter-patter, pitter-patter! they fell on the body of the elephant like drops of rain. The enemy were behind me; I knew it, and quickened my pace. I heard the gallop of their horse: they came nearer, nearer; I was within a hundred yards of the fort seventy fifty!
We took long strides, helped by our alpenstocks; but in general our progress was slow, because our feet kept sinking into a kind of slimy mud mixed with seaweed and assorted flat stones. As we moved forward, I heard a kind of pitter-patter above my head. Sometimes this noise increased and became a continuous crackle. I soon realized the cause.
Soon he was fast, fast asleep. Well, in the middle of the night, Uncle Wiggily was awakened in his paper house by hearing a funny noise outside. "Ha! I wonder what that can be?" he exclaimed, sitting up, and reaching out for his crutch. The noise kept on, "pitter-patter; pitter-patter-patter-pitter; pat-pit-pat-pit."
Many others alighted on the fence; the junco, with his pretty brown bantling and his charming little trilling song; the crow baby, with its funny ways and queer cry of "ma-a-a;" the redstart, who "Folds and unfolds his twinkling tail in sport;" the flicker mamma, with her "merry pitter-patter" and her baby as big as herself.
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