The first night after it was finished there was a very high wind, which blew the gravel off with such force that it broke thirty-four panes of glass in Butterwick's house, next door.

The wind also tore up the felt and blew it over the edge, so that it hung down over the front of the house like a curtain.

Of course it made the rooms pitch-dark, and I did not get up until one o'clock in the afternoon, but lay there wondering how it was the night seemed so long.
"Then I had a tin roof put on, and it did well enough for a while.
But whenever there was a heavy rain or the wind was high, it used to rattle all night with a noise like the battle of Gettysburg.

At last it began to leak, and a tinner sent a man around to find the hole.

He spent a week on that roof, and he spread half a ton of solder over it, but still it leaked.