What is "tatters"

Usage examples of "tatters".

They were all convinced she was a witch and more than one Tatters mother had threatened to punish misbehaving by “sending you to the Widow, just see if I don’t.

The sea murmured to itself like an old woman, slapping the pilings of the quay that fronted the Tatters, phosphorus glistening on the tide.

In the Tatters it was well known that the Widow went out late each night, when all the town was asleep, and stood on the headland across from her house to watch the sea.

Once the situation had been explained to her, she set off on her bicycle and soon there was a whole gaggle of Tatters children scouring the town as well.

It was everything that it had promised it would be from the spying glances that she and the other Tatters children had stolen through its dirty windows.

And when one added the gaggle of Tatters children that had arrived earlier .

Like his namesake he could squeeze into the tiniest openings, wriggling his way through narrow drains that others would swear were too narrow for a cat, little say a boy from the Tatters, no matter how small he might be.

When Ethy outgrew what she owned, it was the other children in the Tatters who helped her find new garb.

It seemed logical that the Widow would pursue Denzil or Taupin, or any of the Tatters children, before she would think to confront Lizzie in her tiny office at the back of the town hall.

She touched one and the image of one of the Tatters children rose in her mind.

Neither Henkie nor Lizzie seemed to do more than vaguely recognize her when she passed one of them on the streets, and the Tatters children were strangely quiet around her.

She just appreciated the memories she still had, for day by day they became less defined, so vague that at times she felt like one of the Tatters children, remembering a story rather than something that had actually happened to her.

The sky to the east had grown purple with approaching evening, and there were tatters of sun-stained clouds along the western horizon.

Shaggy tatters of grayish moss descended in hundred-foot-long streamers from the trees, and the river wound spitefully in great coils that made their journey ten times as long as it needed to be.

The great bear at her side roared, his teeth dripping blood and with tatters of flesh still hanging from his claws.