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like that of English primroses. Her eyes were clear and untroubled; her face smooth and calm, and, as Ray said, "strong."
Thea and Ray, up in the sunny cupola, were laughing and talking. Ray got great pleasure out of seeing her face there in the little box where he so often imagined it. They were crossing a plateau where great red sandstone boulders lay about, most of them much wider at the top than at the base, so that they looked like great toadstools.
"The sand has been blowing against them for a good many hundred years," Ray explained, directing Thea's eyes with his gloved hand. "You see the sand blows low, being so heavy, and cuts them out underneath. Wind and sand are pretty high-class architects. That 's the principle of most of the Cliff-Dweller remains down at Canyon de Chelly. The sandstorms had dug out big depressions in the face of a cliff, and the Indians built their houses back in that depression."
"You told me that before, Ray, and of course you know. But the geography says their houses were cut out of the face of the living rock, and I like that better."
Ray sniffed. "What nonsenee does get printed! It 's enough to give a man disrespect for learning. How could them Indians cut houses out of the living rock, when they knew nothing about the art of forging metals?" Ray leaned back in his chair, swung his foot, and looked thoughtful and happy. He was in one of his favorite fields of speculation, and nothing gave him more pleasure than talking these things over with Thea Kronborg. "I 'll tell you, Thee, if those old fellows had learned to work metals once, your ancient Egyptians and Assyrians would n't have beat them very much. Whatever they did do, they did well. Their masonry 's standing there to-day, the corners as true as the Denver Capitol. They were clever at most every thing but metals; and that one failure kept them from getting across. It was the quicksand that swallowed 'em
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