seen was discussed, expounded and classified between her and her
"cousin." Sometimes her questions drove Brick up against a stone
wall and then Bill Atkins would raise his voice and in three or four
words put the matter in its true light.

"Bill, he's saw more of life than me," Brick conceded admiringly.
"He has come and went amongst all sorts of people, but my specialty
has in the main been low."

"Yes, I've seen more of life," Atkins agreed; "that's why I try so
hard to keep away from it."

"The more I see, the more I want to see!" cried Lahoma eagerly.

"Yes, honey," Brick explained, "that's because you're a WOMAN."

Once more back in the cove, Lahoma dreamed new dreams, peopling the
grassy solitude with the figures she had encountered on her travels,
likening the rocks to various houses that had caught her fancy. She
turned with absorbed interest to the primer and elementary
arithmetic with which Brick had supplied himself as the first tools
for his mental kit.

The journey hack home had been far easier than the descent into
Texas because both Willock and Atkins had supplied themselves with
ponies,--animals that sold ridiculously cheap at the outlying posts
of the settlements. Brick Willock brought back with him something
else to add cheerfulness and usefulness to approaching winter. This
was a square window-sash, set with four small panes of good glass.
It was hard work to place this window in Lahoma's side of the