Chapter 40 loud noise

I sat in my room as if I were the noise headquarters of the entire apartment.I could hear all the doors snapping - except that they couldn't hear their footsteps running between the doors because of the noise of the doors - and the slamming of the stove door in the kitchen was real too absolutely.My father opened the door to my room and walked across the room in his morning coat that was trailing on the floor, and there was the sound of ashes being picked from the stove in the next room.Farley yelled across the hall asking if Father's hat was brushed, wishing for a hiss, but the other answered with a raised yell.The door rang again, like a throat with a cold. It opened with a female voice singing, and finally closed with a dull male thump.Father was gone, and now began the softer, more scattered, more desperate noise of the two canaries.It occurred to me before—and the sound of the canary reminded me again—that I should not open the door a crack, and crawl slowly like a snake into the next room, and crawl on the floor to beg my sisters and their The nanny is quiet.