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Updated: June 11, 2025
And he looked and looked and, the old man looked, and the wooden trumpeters blew out their cheeks, 'Trutter-a-trutt, trutter-a-trutt where is the Tin Soldier? trutter-a-trutt . "But they did not find him, for the Tin Soldier had fallen through a crack in the floor, and there he lay as in an open grave." Drusilla's voice was heard in the lower hall, and the deeper voice of Captain Hewes.
I've been on the shelf all these years in our big house, with the wooden trumpets blowing, 'Trutter-a-trutt' while other men have striven. "When I first came here I had a sort of detached feeling. I had no experiences to match with the experiences of other men.
He had indeed come to the wars, and the winds of France blew upon him, the stars of France were over his head, the soil of France was beneath his feet. Trutter-a-trutt, trutter-a-trutt blew all the bugles of France, and the little tin soldier was at last content! Derry had, too, in his pocket a letter from Jean; he read to Drusilla the part that belonged to her.
To Derry, listening, it seemed the echo of the fairy trumpets, "Trutter-a-trutt, trutter-a-trutt, you will go, you will go, you will go "
The wooden trumpeters that were carved on the door blew with all their might, so that their cheeks were much larger than before. Yes, they blew "Trutter-a-trutt trutter-a-trutt " . . . Jean's world was no longer wonderful not in the sense that it had once been, with all the glamour of girlish dreams and of youthful visions.
There was just an old, old man, and walls covered with old, old portraits, and knights in armor, and wooden trumpeters carved on the door who blew with all their might, 'Trutter-a-trutt, Trutter-a-trutt' . But the old man and the portraits and the wooden trumpeters had no thought for the Tin Soldier who stood there on the shelf, alone and longing to go to the war.
He was to have lunch with Jean in the House restaurant he was a little early, and as he loitered through the Capitol grounds, in his ears there was the echo of fairy trumpets "trutter-a-trutt, trutter-a-trutt " The old Capitol had always been for Derry a place of dreams. He loved every inch of it.
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