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"I don't know--perhaps a little"

"Have s crowd into ht in her eyes told Venters the truth of her thoughts "I've ridden the border of Utah I've seen people--kno they live--but theyI had my books and I studied theo out into the big world and see it Yet I want to stay here more

What's to become of us? Are we cliff-dwellers? We're alone here

I'm happy when I don't think These--these bones that fly into dust--they make me sick and a little afraid Did the people who lived here once have the sa at all? They're gone! What's theof it all--of us?"

"Bess, you ask hter here once--and now there's silence There was life--and now there's death Men cut these little steps, -stones, plaited the ropes we found, and left their bones to cruht all have been yesterday We're here to-day

Maybe we're higher in the scale of huence

But who knows? We can't be any higher in the things for which life is lived at all"

"What are they?"

"Why--I suppose relationship, friendship--love"

"Love!"

"Yes Love of man for wo, the best of life itself"

She said no lance deepened into sadness

"Cohtened her Beside hi his hand she slipped down the shelf, ran down the long, steep slant of sliding stones, out of the cloud of dust, and likewise out of the pale gloom

"We beat the slide," she cried

The miniature avalanche cracked and roared, and rattled itself into an inert looeless, drifted away on the wind; the roar clapped in echo froain to die in the hollowness Down on the sunny terrace there was a different at and Whitie leaped around Bess Once htless, with the dream-mood in the shadow of her eyes

"Bess, I haven't seen that since last sue of rolling purple clouds that peeped over the western wall "We're in for a storm"