A Window at Thrums
"This window in Thrums
commands the brae up which every visitor to the village must pass.
To old Jess in her white mutch looking out through her geraniums
every figure is a friend from the baker in his smart ponycart to the auld
wife in her shawl, from the minister walking along with his head bent,
glowering over his next sermon to Elder MacTavish in his Sunday 'blacks'."