“Thou hast been in trouble,” she said, leaning on the baluster above him.
Fred took his place, and shook the baluster, then the other—its fellow—but there was no result.
Clutching with either hand the baluster I leaned over, listening.
Dorothy looked over the baluster at the humming top, but said nothing.
Sometimes the mid-wall shaft is a baluster, turned in a lathe.