1 She heard the patter of Prissy's feet as she broke into a trot, and then the sound died away on the soft earth.
2 She had been too busy remembering the swift running patter of Bonnie's feet and her bubbling laugh to think that he, too, might be remembering and with pain even greater than her own.
3 The boys were being put to bed; the patter of their bare, escaping feet could be heard occasionally, as well as the pursuing voice of the quadroon, lifted in mild protest and entreaty.
4 Go patter thy petitions to heaven," said the fierce Norman, "for we on earth have no time to listen to them.
5 There was a thin, crisp, continuous patter from somewhere in the heart of that crawling bank.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In Chapter 14. The Hound of the Baskervilles 6 I could only hear the heavy splashing thump of the stern-wheel and the patter of these things.
7 He heard something like the gentle patter of several drops of rain on the plank which covered him.
Les Misérables 2 By Victor HugoContext Highlight In BOOK 8: CHAPTER VI—BETWEEN FOUR PLANKS 8 I trembled when I heard the patter of little feet down the dusty road, and saw the growing row of dark solemn faces and bright eager eyes facing me.
9 Ten o'clock passed, and I heard the footsteps of the maid as they pattered off to bed.
A Study In Scarlet By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In PART I: CHAPTER V. OUR ADVERTISEMENT BRINGS A VISITOR 10 Both listened to the thunder, which was loud, and to the rain, as it washed off the roof, and pattered on the parapets of the arches.
11 The rain came down, thick and fast, and pattered noisily among the leafless bushes.
12 Outside the wind still screamed and the rain splashed and pattered against the windows.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In V. THE FIVE ORANGE PIPS 13 Pork pattered into the dining room and Scarlett groped her way into the inky small room and sank down on the sofa.
14 She slipped off her worn shoe and, barefooted, she pattered swiftly to the bureau, not even feeling her festered toe.
15 The bullets pattered along the lake, and one even pierced the bark of their little vessel.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 20