Barrie said softly, looking out of the open window at the purple night, purple as heather.
They were just rising from breakfast when Will Barrie burst into the kitchen.
She was not so tall as Barrie as they stood together, she discovered, and she wanted the girl to sit down.
I have read that it is, somewhere—in one of Barrie's yarns, I think.
At the age of eighteen, Mr. Barrie entered Edinburgh University.
"I will run down to Mrs. Barrie's," I said, after long thinking.
He tells us that Barrie is not himself since his nephew was drowned, that he has aged considerably.
I suddenly exclaimed, as we were turning into Mrs. Barrie's house.
Under the lash of Mrs. MacDonald's tongue she would defend herself, and Barrie would go to the wall.
We started from Barrie at half-past two, and arrived at half-past five.