The usual row took place as to who should go to the door and return the tract.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
It came and I bounded to the door, tract in hand.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
From making excursions about his own premises, as a relief from doing nothing, he found that the house in which he lived was situated in a wooded tract of several acres in extent, entirely surrounded by a high stone wall, with two entrances; one in front, by means of a heavy iron gate, which looked like a prison door, and a smaller one down by the stable.
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe