"Yes, miss," said Pitapat, who thought that her mistress was complimenting her.
She walks the deck; and tick, tick, pitapat, go the four little paws after her.
And Stempenju dissolves on his violin and melts like wax; pitapat is all you may hear.
In a moment there was a curious tearing sound, and then a pitapat on the ground about them.
Just as she was ready to open, she ...