“Is that your home?” asked Teni, pointing to the cliff far above him.
Mavo looked up at the stone house on the rocky shelf.
This house, with its plastered walls, looked like a part of the cliff.
There were finger-prints in the plaster, for the people had worked with their hands, because they had few tools.
The tools they did have were made of stone and bone.
The children noticed a woman climbing into the high door-way.
Mavo said, “Who is that?”
“My wife,” replied Demino.