pitter-patter

Then another strange noise—light slaps that sound like the pitter-patter of footsteps.

“When I walk in and I see all the equipment that’s not running yet, my heart goes pitter-patter. Not in a good way.”

Ella started to count to ten, but before she got to five, she heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet and spotted the big black noses of several rotties peeking their heads out from behind columns.

Overhead, satin-and-glue pointed toes pitter-patter across stage in a performance of the holiday favorite.

“We would wake to the pitter-patter of little feet in the middle of the night,” Groonwald recalls, saying that the experience taught her two lessons.