She stood and looked at the dying creature for some minutes, rocking to and fro and muttering to herself in words which the widow could not understand; at least, she could only understand four of them, and they sounded something like this: "Pitter-patter, Haly water."
"The Scottish Fairy Book"
Elizabeth W. Grierson
There was stillness; no battery, however distant, no Pitter-patter of rifle fire, no chattering report of the machine guns.
"The Dark Forest"
Hugh Walpole
And after he had gone in a little way, not so very far, he saw something that made his heart go Pitter, pat.
"Little Jack Rabbit and the Squirrel Brothers"
David Cory