It took some plodding then to reach it.

Then a few inquiries brought him where he might see Mr.Glanbally.
It was a corner house, flush upon the road, bare as a poverty of boards could make it, and brown with the weather.

In the twilight he could see that.

Winthrop thought nothing of it; he was used to it; his own house at home was brown and bare; but alas! this looked very little like his own house at home.
There wasn't penthouse enough to keep the rain from the knocker.

He knocked.
"Is Mr.Glanbally at home ?" "Yes -- I 'spect he is -- he come in from school half an hour ago.