Little rustling noises made her feel as if strange beings were stirring; above her head were soft chirpings, and somewhere a bird was calling an undulating, long-drawn note, low and sweet, like a tone drawn from her father's violin.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
Like a child in mischief, she turned and went rustling down the ball to the dining room.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
By-and-by, he started, for while he thought about her, Miss Hamilton came out of the little companion-way, and stood looking round her, with her long light dress rustling in the breeze, until she moved forward as her eyes rested on him.
"The Greater Power"
Harold Bindloss W. Herbert Dunton