Climbing the precipitous ascent, he laughed and chattered, but she was silent, seeming to brood over something.

There was scarcely time to go inside the squat, square building that crowns the bluff of rock.

They leaned upon the wall where the cliff runs sheer down to the Park.

Below them, in their holes in the sandstone, pigeons preened themselves and cooed softly.

Away down upon the boulevard at the foot of the rock, tiny trees stood in their own pools of shadow, and tiny people went scurrying about in almost ludicrous importance.
"You feel as if you could scoop up the folk like tadpoles, and have a handful of them," he said.
She laughed, answering: "Yes; it is not necessary to get far off in order to see us proportionately.