Half way up, he stopped on top of the lower sash to lie down awhile.
"Ways of Wood Folk"
William J. Long
He had seen it in flying by, and now stood hopping back and forth along the window sash, uncertain whether to come in or not.
"Ways of Wood Folk"
William J. Long
One spring morning I was awakened by a strange little pattering sound, and, opening my eyes, was astonished to see one of these birds on the sash of the open window within five feet of my hand.
"Ways of Wood Folk"
William J. Long