trough roof

Yeah, I mean, as far as Maggie goes, her reducing a church to just “four walls and a roof” says a lot about the character.

The Pontellier and Ratignolle compartments adjoined one another under the same roof.

Even as they gazed they saw its roof caught up, and whirled off as if it had been a scroll of paper.

And right after that, some nice sour milk would come splashing down into the trough of the pen.

But there was nothing in the trough to eat, as yet, and the box seemed quite lonesome, for Squinty was all alone.

First the chimneys sank down through the roof, as if they were being lowered into the cellar.