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Burke, which I never am, but there'll be tum-tum-tum of another sort tomorrer." The grove held by Clive's troops was known as the Laksha Bagh the grove of a hundred thousand trees. It was nearly half a mile long and three hundred yards broad. A high embankment ran all round it, and beyond this a weedy ditch formed an additional protection against assault.
Behind the rotunda the slender trees with yellow leaves down drooping, and through them just a line of sea, and beyond the blue sky with gold-veined clouds. Tum-tum-tum tiddle-um! tiddle-um! tum tiddley-um tum ta! blew the band. Two young girls in red came by and two young soldiers in blue met them, and they laughed and paired and went off arm-in-arm.
Teddy was delighted, for in one of the canoes was his father, whom he had not seen for several weeks. After the greetings were over, the dancers arranged themselves in opposite lines, men on one side, women on the other, and swayed their bodies while the drum kept up its unceasing tum-tum-tum. "It's a little bit like square dances at home," said Ted. "It's ever so pretty, isn't it?
And Bawly was singing away for dear life, this little song, which you will have to get some one to sing for you, as I am as hoarse as two crows and a cricket. Well, anyhow, this is the song: "As I was hopping along one day, Hi diddle um diddle I! A grasshopper sat in a greenwood tree, Tum-tum-tum tiddle di! "Oh, where are you going?" the grasshopper asked. "Oh, not very far," I said.
I hope they haven’t the epizootic, or the mumps, or carrot fever, or anything like that. Well, we’ll go on with our lessons, and perhaps they will come in later.” So the first thing the pupils did was to sing a little song, and though I can’t make up very nice ones, I’ll do the best I can to give you an idea of it. This is how it went, to the tune, “Tum-Tum-Tum, Tiddle De-um!” Good morning!
I remember, as a kid, having to learn by heart a poem about a bird by the name of Eugene Aram, who had the deuce of a job in this respect. All I can recall of the actual poetry is the bit that goes: Tum-tum, tum-tum, tum-tumty-tum, I slew him, tum-tum-tum!
"Trust your relations to take down your pride. Why, it's the Castanet song from 'The Zingara! Tum-tum-tum, tum-tum-tum," and she began swaying her body in time, humming an air and banging out the accompaniment, "'With my castanets, with my castanets. That's exactly the way it goes only I don't know the words." She whirled again to Mark. "It's the most delicious thing! Have you seen it?"
It kind of brought her within my human reach. Why, when she played her one-two-three, tum-tum-tum, I was in the seventh heaven of bliss. My weariness fell from me. I loved her, and my love for her was clean as flame, clean as my love for God. And do you know, into my fond lover's fancy continually intruded the thought that God in most ways must look like her.
You see, he wanted the Princess just as much as I did, and I wanted her more. "She used to play the piano. So did I, once. But I never let her know after I'd heard her play the first time. And she thought her playing was wonderful, the dear, fond girl! You know the sort, the mechanical one-two-three tum-tum-tum school-girl stuff. And now I'll tell you something funnier.
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