Caleb had an inordinate horror and fear of wind, and his father, who had built the house in which he lived, had it before him.

Deborah often descanted indignantly upon the folly of sleeping in little tucked-up bedrooms instead of good chambers, because folks' fathers had been scared to death of wind, and Barnabas agreed with her.

If he had inherited any of his father's and grandfather's terror of wind, he made no manifestation of it.
In the lower story of the new cottage were two square front rooms like those in his father's house, and behind them the great kitchen with a bedroom out of it, and a roof of its own.
Barnabas paused at last in the kitchen, and stood quite still, leaning against a window casement.

The windows were not in, and the spaces let in the cool air and low light.

Outside was a long reach of field sloping gently upward.