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On an evening of June in the year '84, he was interrupted whilst equipping himself for dinner abroad, by a thunderous rat-tat-tat. 'You must wait, my friend, whoever you are, he murmured placidly, as he began to struggle with the stiff button-holes of his shirt. The knock was repeated, and more violently.
"This must be from the fit-thrower!" thought young Prescott, with an inward jump. He was soon to know. Through the night Dick slept as only an active, tired out boy can sleep. If he woke once he had no recollection of it in the morning. This, too, despite the fact that it was Christmas, and he had all of a boy's natural desire to know what the day was to bring him. Rat-tat-tat! sounded Mrs.
Just then there was a cry from beyond the gates, followed by the rat-tat-tat of a drum, and one of those perpetually arriving 'processions' came filing down the platform and across the bridge.
It seemed as if the instructor called her name and then came walking down from the platform, thump, thump, thump, in her broad-soled shoes. It was unladylike to thump so heavily, thought Robbie Belle in the midst of her confused dismay over having lost the place in the text as well as forgotten the translation. The thumping sharpened to a rat-tat-tat upon the bedroom door.
"The rat-tat-tat, and she's the rattle-tattle of her class." "Are these hammers always quite so noisy, do you suppose?" I enquired, a little hopelessly. "Oh, off and on!" he nodded. "Kick up a bit of a racket, don't they, but you get used to it in time; I could hear a pin drop. Look! since we've stood here they've got four more plates fixed there goes the fifth. This way!"
Clark muttered something under his breath, and, in a mechanical fashion, began to build little castles with the draughts. He was just about to add to an already swaying structure when a thundering rat-tat-tat at the door dispersed the draughts to the four corners of the room. The servant opened the door, and the next moment ushered in Mrs. Bowman's visitor.
"There go the Temple bells, and the priests are beating the sunrise drums! It's not so very early, after all." "Now, you'll hear Grannie's stick rapping for the maids to get up," Take answered. "The Temple bells always wake her." And at that very minute, "Rat-tat-tat" sounded Grannie's stick on the woodwork of the room where the maids slept.
Every time he passed a mountain homestead he beat his rat-tat-tat to bring the girls out, and they stood and hung about and gaped after him at all the farmhouses. It was in the midst of the hottest summer weather. He had been practising his drumming from early in the morning, till he had grown quite sick and tired of it.
A smile, half pitiful, half self-scornful curved her lips as she remembered the rat-tat-tat she had heard on that dismal night when she clung listening to the fence, and wondered now if it had not been the bumping of this cot sliding from step to step. But no! the repeated stroke of a hammer is unmistakable. He had played the carpenter that night as well as the mover, and with no visible results.
The sentence was never completed, being interrupted by a thundering rat-tat-tat at the front door, followed by a pealing at the bell, which indicated that the visitor was manfully following the printed injunction to "Ring also." The door was opened and a man's voice was heard in the hall-a loud, confident voice, at the sound of which Mr.
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