Brrrm! brrrm! brrrm!
The straggling line straightened, the children began to grin, and little Pierre, at the head of the line, stamped his foot and started off. Miss Eleanor’s forehead smoothed, and she smiled encouragingly at the Imp.
“That’s it, that’s it!” she cried delightedly. “How easy it looks!”
But the Imp stopped suddenly, and the moving line stopped with him.
“Wait! I forgot!” he said peremptorily. “You mustn’t start till I do this.”
And with a few preliminary taps he gave the long roll that sends a pleasant little thrill to the listener’s heart.
Brrrm!
Brrrm!
Brrrrr—um dum!