bark the roof of a hut

And forasmoche as al the religiouse men , to whoos places many good benefices be appropried,[…]

Being the only Amishperson in the room made her feel like a pea out of its pod, yet she was determined to see Kate.

We would arrive and go through the civilities a scentmaker expects, sniffing the latest oil he was compounding, pronouncing it too heavy or too light or too musky, or sometimes, to keep him sweet, praising and buying.