Ralston pointed to one such open chamber just beneath their eyes.

An awning supported on wooden pillars sheltered one end of it, and between two of these pillars a child swooped backwards and forwards in a swing.

In the open, a woman, seated upon a string charpoy, rocked a cradle with her foot, while her hands were busy with a needle, and an old woman, with a black shawl upon her shoulders and head, sat near by, inactive.

But she was talking.

For at times the younger woman would raise her head, and, though at that distance no voice could be heard, it was evident that she was answering.
"I remember noticing that roof when your father and I were talking up here all those years ago.