A Window in Thrums

by J. M. Barrie

Overview

The creator of Peter Pan revisits his ancestral village in this 1889 work. Again he draws upon his mother's stories about a small-town in Scotland; A Window in Thrums is one of Barrie's most poignant novels. Of it he wrote: "It is a sadder book to me than it can ever be to anyone else."

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781508079781
Publisher:	Silver Scroll Publishing
Publication date:	02/09/2016
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
File size:	512 KB

About the Author

Sir James Matthew Barrie, 1st Baronet, OM ( 9 May 1860 - 19 June 1937) was a Scottish novelist and playwright, best remembered today as the creator of Peter Pan. He was born and educated in Scotland but moved to London, where he wrote a number of successful novels and plays. There he met the Llewelyn Davies boys, who inspired him to write about a baby boy who has magical adventures in Kensington Gardens (included in The Little White Bird), then to write Peter Pan, or The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up, a "fairy play" about an ageless boy and an ordinary girl named Wendy who have adventures in the fantasy setting of Neverland.

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CHAPTER III. PREPARING TO RECEIVE COMPANY. Leeby was at the fire brandering a quarter of steak on the tongs, when the house was flung into consternation by Hendry's casual remark that he had seen Tibbie Mealmaker in the town with her man. " The Lord preserve's !" cried Leeby. Jess looked quickly at the clock. "Halffower!" she said excitedly. " Then it canna be dune," said Leeby, falling despairingly into a chair, " for they may be here ony meenute." " It's most michty," said Jess, turning on her husband, " 'at ye should tak a pleasure in bringin' this hoose to disgrace. Hoo did ye no tell's suner?" " I fair forgot," Hendry answered, " but what's a' yer steer ?" Jess looked at me (she often did this) in a way that meant, " What a man is this I'm tied to!" "Steer!" she exclaimed. " Is't no time we was makkin' a steer ? They'll be in for their tea ony meenute, an' the room no sae muckle as sweepit . Ay, an' me lookin' like a sweep ; an' Tibbie Mealmakcr 'at's sae partikler genteel seein' you sic a sicht as ye are!" Jess shook Hendry out of his chair, while Leeby began to sweep with the one hand, and agitatedly to unbutton her wrapper with the other. " She didna see me," said Hendry, sitting down forlornly on the table. Get aff that table!" cried Jess. " See haud o' the besom," she said to Leeby. " For mercy's sake, mother," said Leeby, " gie yer face a dicht, an' put on a clean mutch." " I'll open the door if they come afore you're ready," said Hendry, as Leeby pushed him against the dresser. " Ye daur to speak aboot openin' the door, an'you sic a mess!" cried Jess, with pins in her mouth. " Havers!" retorted Hendry. " A man canna be aye washin' at 'imsel." Seeing that Hendry was asmuch in the way as myself, I invited him upstai...