1 I'd feel safer, knowing you were under my own roof.
2 I seen bunches of hair and stuff sticking to the poles and straw along the roof.
3 The roof was so steep that the eaves were not much above the forest of tall hollyhocks, now brown and in seed.
4 The hedges were so tall that we could see nothing but the blue sky above them, neither the barn roof nor the windmill.
5 Misfortune seemed to settle like an evil bird on the roof of the log house, and to flap its wings there, warning human beings away.
6 Before I knew Lena, I thought of her as something wild, that always lived on the prairie, because I had never seen her under a roof.
7 The roofs, that looked so far away across the green tree-tops, now stare you in the face, and they are so much uglier than when their angles were softened by vines and shrubs.
8 The men went down to the barn immediately after supper, and when the dishes were washed, Antonia and I climbed up on the slanting roof of the chicken-house to watch the clouds.
9 When the smoky clouds hung low in the west and the red sun went down behind them, leaving a pink flush on the snowy roofs and the blue drifts, then the wind sprang up afresh, with a kind of bitter song, as if it said: 'This is reality, whether you like it or not.'