The Doubtful Guest, written and illustrated by Edward Gorey
Photos of windowsills inside:
Best poison bottle ever.
Old, probably local, glass.
Mr. Gorey looking out that very window, "his favorite journey," as the caption says.
We couldn't leave without purchasing a handmade Doubtful Guest ornament. We were belatedly celebrating our 16th wedding anniversary, and had decided that the traditional gift of silver hollowware wasn't appropriate in our case; to me, any old day is a great day to buy hollowware. So we hereby declare that the modern 16th-anniversary gift is Goreyana.
I sometimes think of Toffee as our Doubtful Guest, since he also arrived on a cold winter night, wearing white high-tops and quietly concealing a baffling, destructive nature. He joins us for meals but has so far never eaten "All the syrup and toast and a part of the plate." But give him time.
I should try to knit him a little muffler to make the resemblance more complete. But he would eat it.
The boys encountered the DG on their sofa:
Wendy was hiding; we can assume she felt she was Going to Die via the DG.
Possum is Doubtful, too.
Toffee thinks, "Did you really need two of us?"