With infinite agility she scrambled to her knees and went darting off on all fours like a squirrel into some mysterious, clattery corner of the darkness from which she emerged at last with one little gray flannel arm crooked inclusively around a whole elbowful of treasure.
"Little Eve Edgarton"
Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
And run and run and run down clattery streets and through black woods and across green pastures snorting fire-till you met more Soldiers and more Bands and more Gold and Silver Music!
"Fairy Prince and Other Stories"
Eleanor Hallowell Abbott