James M. Barrie 
When a man’s single [EPUB ebook] 

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. Squatting on a three-legged stool she gazed wistfully at a letter on the chimney-piece, and then, tripping to the door, looked up and down the wynd.
Snecky Hobart, the bellman, hobbled past, and, though Davy was only four years old, she knew that as he had put on his blue top-coat he expected the evening to be fine. Tammas Mc Quhatty, the farmer of T’nowhead, met him at the corner, and they came to a standstill to say, ‘She’s hard, Sneck, ’ and ‘She is so, T’nowhead, ’ referring to the weather. Observing that they had stopped they moved on again.