She had to lean over the rail of the porch to look up.

The green and red rock wall sheered ponderously near.

The waterfall showed first at the notch of a fissure, where the cliff split; and down over smooth places the water gleamed, to narrow in a crack with little drops, and suddenly to leap into a thin white sheet.
Out from the porch the view was restricted to glimpses between the pines, and beyond to the opposite wall of the canyon.

How shut-in, how walled in this home! "In summer it might be good to spend a couple of weeks here," soliloquized Carley.

"But to live here?
Heavens! A person might as well be buried." Heavy footsteps upon the porch below accompanied by a man's voice quickened Carley's pulse.