Tum-ti-ti, tum-ti-ti.

Keep step, Katy.

I forgive you for the first time for getting married.

I never did before, really and truly.

Tum-ti-ti; I am so happy that I must dance!" "There go my letters," said Katy, as with the last rapid twirl, Rose's many-sheeted epistle and the "Advice to Brides" flew to right and left.
"There go two of your hair-pins, Clover.