The smell of the Caddis

James Matthews BarrieThe Novels, Tales, and Sketches, The Little minister, Londres, Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1898.

What first struck Margaret in Thrums was the smell of the Caddis. The town smells of caddis no longer, but whifs of it may be got even now as one passes the houses of the old, where the lay still swings at little windows like a great ghost pendulum. To me it is a homely smell, which I draw in with a great breath, but it was as strange to Margaret as the weavers themselves, who, in their colored nightcaps and corduroys streaked with threads, gazed at her and Gavin.