Even though he had no more children coming, his house was growing.

The house they had left behind grew very still.

The house grew cold that early fall in a way I had never really known before.

Let no house grow in this place for a hundred years.

But if the house and he grew apart, it also brought him into architecture.

The house has grown some more and is, by now, the quintessential country home.

By the time he turned from the door, the house had grown silent.

By 1830 the scattered houses had grown to form a large village with a population of 3000 people.

As the house grew still, I remained in my chair.

"Well - our house will be growing all the year round, then!"