tat-i-tat

Updated: June 21, 2025

His eye twinkled, his face beamed in the gray stubble, his voice was rollicking with the fun of life the same as ever. And like Pagliacci in his masque there was not the slightest exterior sign of the fear and despair that chilled his heart. "What have you and your poor victim been talking about, all this time?" Ben asked. "Oh, just a gab-fest a tat-i-tat as you'd call it.

Edison Marshall - The Sky Line of Spruce