I don't know the number, but it's this big brown house in front and her place in back.

Then I thought of another brown house that had to be the one.

"Can you tell me who lives in the big brown house next door to ours?"

For the next three hours, I drove frantically from one brown house to another.

Five minutes later I arrive at the brown house he just left.

Finally I got the little lady to her brown house at the edge of town.

A half mile later, Gordon parked his car in front of a small brown house.

They lived in this curious dark brown house, comprising two very old houses put together, for 19 years from 1858.

A brown house with flowers outside the door - pink, blue, purple.

It lost a part of its car park to accommodate the new brown house as seen on the right.