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At the end of the Bottoms a man stood in a sort of old-fashioned trap, bending over bundles of cream-coloured stuff; while a cluster of women held up their arms to him, some with bundles. Mrs. Anthony herself had a heap of creamy, undyed stockings hanging over her arm. "I've done ten dozen this week," she said proudly to Mrs. Morel. "T-t-t!" went the other. "I don't know how you can find time."
You said, I think, that a rifle fired with the silencer attachment makes no more noise than the sound of a loud sneeze!" "That's right," agreed Bruce; "a sort of harsh, spluttering noise. Not so loud either, Robin. Ph ... t-t-t! Like that!" "Loud enough to be heard through a door, would you say?" "Oh, I think so!" Robin thought intently for a moment.
Aunt Bella gave herself a shake and said something that sounded like "Goo-oo-sh!" And then, "Going to be married?" Mamma said, "Going to be married." And Aunt Bella said "T-t-t." They were talking about Aunt Charlotte. Mamma went on: "She's packed off all her clothes. Her new ones. Sent them to Matilda. Thinks she won't have to wear them any more."
"Chack! chack! chack! too! too! t-t-t! quawk! quawk!" at the top of somebody's loud resonant voice, as if the whole bird-world had suddenly gone mad. I looked about, expecting to see a general rush to the spot; but, to my surprise, no one seemed to notice it. A catbird on the fence went on with his bewitching song, and a wood thrush in the shrubbery dropped not a note of his heavenly melody.
"T-t-t " stammered Mollie, and then there was a knock at the front door. "Who can that be?" said Mother. A voice was heard in the hall, a voice they all knew. "Uncle Percy himself," cried Mother; "then, Mollie, he must have brought your doll." Uncle Percy came into the room and was welcomed warmly by Mother, but very quietly by the children.
Cap in hand and in a state of much trepidation, I went along the gangway with him; and `bringing up' opposite an open door, I rapped at this with my heart in my mouth. "Hallo!" cried a voice within. "Who's there?" "T-t-t," I stammered "T-T'm Bowling, sir." "Oh!" exclaimed the same voice, in a softer and more kindly tone than at first, when, I confess, it sounded rather gruff and peremptory.
"'Sallright!" exclaimed Budge, as he hurried away to attend to some of his duties. When Jack got back to his room he found quite a gathering of his chums there. "In for it on account of that Klu-Klux business?" asked Sam Chalmers. "Not exactly that," answered Jack, "though if I'd stayed at home It wouldn't have happened." "Ha-ha-ha-has it g-g-gg-got anything t-t-t " began Will Slade.
"It wa'n't!" retorted Simeon, flaming with righteous indignation "It wa'n't but harf a one!" "He t-t-told me," cried a young scion of the stammering Vickery race, all breathless with excitement, "that he was going to p-p-put it into his m-m-mouth and t-t-take it out of his n-n-nose, and he did and it t-t-t and it slip-p-ped!"
She squeezes your hand or pats you at the least opportunity, and this one was unequaled. "Poor, dear Mr. Felderson. It is such a loss. I was shocked to death when I heard it. And Mrs. Felderson, the poor child, is she going to ah t-t-t. I was afraid so when I read it in the paper. I'm surprised to find you here. How is your poor dear mother?"
And the señora, she points to me as an example. It is true that I am a weak man and I have no wife no family "Ferrero began to laugh. 'Mr. Cogan, there was a lady' begins Ferrero. "'T-t-t, Ferrero allow me. If we shall have old woman's gossip, allow it also to be the truth.
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