He looked up at the little grey house behind her.

And good afternoon, dear gray house up on the hill.

There was a small house beyond it, dark and grey.

He looked up at the gray house as his mother knocked on the front door again.

"See that big old gray and yellow house on the opposite hill?"

He saw a large gray house; beyond it, a high hedge.

The light shone in the windows of an old gray house, he thought.

He started walking up the drive, toward the gray house, because there didn't seem to be anything else to do.

"Why should we be in a house so gray and gloomy as the outside?"

Finally the track straightened again and he saw the small gray house.