A Window in Thrums

"On the bump of green round which the brae twists, at the top of the brae,
and within cry of T'nowhead Farm, still stands a one-storey house, whose
whitewashed walls, streaked with the discoloration that rain leaves, look yellow
when the snow comes. In the old days the stiff ascent left Thrums behind, and
where is now the making of a suburb was only a poor row of dwellings and a
manse, with Hendry's cot to watch the brae. The house stood bare, without a
shrub, in a garden whose paling did not go all the way round, the potato pit
being only kept out of the road, that here sets off southward, by a broken dyke
of stones and earth. On each side of the slate-coloured door was a window of
knotted glass. Ropes were flung over the thatch to keep the roof on in
wind."

- Excerpted from "A Window in Thrums"