Not another house could Miss Hannah see from her own Doorstone; she often declared she could not have borne it if it had not been for the lighthouse beacon at night flaming over the northwest hill behind the house like a great unwinking, friendly star that never failed even on the darkest night.
"Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1905 to 1906"
Lucy Maud Montgomery
That night he ate his bread and drank his draught of water on his own Doorstone; and watched the white owls fly, hoping that Wisdom would let him be quiet awhile in the arms of the forest before she sent him out again to teach the restless hearts of men.
"The Faery Tales of Weir"
Anna McClure Sholl
While she was a little girl, living alone with her mother, she used to sit on the Doorstone with her bread and milk at bedtime, and think of the great house, how grand it was and large.
"Country Neighbors"
Alice Brown