"I shall pass the rest of my days here." From the first platform the travellers were led to the second and third by stone stairways.

They were now upon the inside of the rectangle, and could see two stories of doors facing the plaza and the reservoir in its centre, the whole scene cheerful with the gay garments and smiling faces of the Moquis.
"Beautiful!" said Aunt Maria.

"That court is absolutely swept and dusted.
One might give a ball there.

I should like to hear Lucretia Mott speak in it." Her reflections were interrupted by the courteous gestures of a middle-aged, dignified Moqui, who was apparently inviting the party to enter one of the dwellings.
Pepita and the other two Indian women, with the wounded muleteers, were taken to another house.

Aunt Maria, Clara, Thurstane, and Phineas Glover entered the residence of the chief, and found themselves in a room six or seven feet high, fifteen feet in length and ten in breadth.