A Window in Thrums
Category： Author：J. M. Barrie
The story of the "untrue son" - is one of several novels about the fictional village of Thrums.The Window in Thurms cottage sits at the junctions of Glamis Road and Forfar Road.
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Category： Author：J. M. Barrie
The story of the "untrue son" - is one of several novels about the fictional village of Thrums.The Window in Thurms cottage sits at the junctions of Glamis Road and Forfar Road.
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Category： Author：novel
To be sure it was November, and the wind was setting the poor dyingleaves in a miserable shiver with some dreadful story of an iceberg hehad just been visiting.
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Category： Author：Meigs, Cornelia
"The Windy Hill" is a novel about the complexities of how past and present interweave within families to create ongoing histories that repeat themselves.
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Category： Author：Edward S. Ellis
Along the eastern bank a small Indian canoe, containing a single individual, was stealing its way—"hugging" the shore so as to take advantage of the narrow band of shadow that followed the winding of the stream.
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Category： Author：Gardiner, A. G.
A fellow traveller -- On a famous sermon -- On pockets and things -- On a country platform -- On a distant view of a pig -- In defence of ignorance -- On a shiny night -- On giving up tobacco -- The great god gun...
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Category： Author：Lucy Maud Montgomery
Anne Shirley was curled up on the window-seat of Theodora Dix's sitting-room one Saturday evening looking dreamily afar at some fair starland beyond the hills of sunset. Anne was visiting for a fortnight of her vacation at Echo Lodge where Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Irving were spending the summer and she often ran over to the old Dix homes...
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Category： Author：Natalie Sumner Lincoln
THE long hot tropic day was drawing to its close. The shadows were gradually rising and filling the narrow street, and every now and then from the side of the open drain which ran through the middle of the street a large black carrion bird flew up. There was no sidewalk, the cobblestones running right up to the low white house walls. ...
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Category： Author：E. A. Gillie
Barbara entered the nursery with rather a worried look on her face. "Aunt Anne is coming to-morrow, children," she announced."To-morrow!" exclaimed a fair-haired boy, rising from the window-seat. "Oh, I say, Barbe, that's really rather hard lines—in the holidays, too."
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Category： Author：J. M. Barrie
One still Saturday afternoon some years ago a child pulled herself through a small window into a kitchen in the kirk-wynd of Thrums. She came from the old graveyard, whose only outlet, when the parish church gate is locked, is the windows of the wynd houses that hoop it round.
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Category： Author：Rafael Sabatini
Mr. Caryll, lately from Rome, stood by the window, looking out over the rainswept, steaming quays to Notre Dame on the island yonder.
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