"Outside of my riding," she said slowly, "I get most happiness out of my eyes."
Douglas followed her gaze. "Inez likes it too."
Judith nodded. "She got me to using my eyes years ago. She's a funny person. Reads almost nothing but poetry. She's got one she always quotes when she and I are looking at Fire Mesa."
"What is it?" asked Doug.
"I don't know but one verse:
"A fire mist and a planet,
A crystal and a cell,
A jelly-fish and a saurian,
And caves where the cave-men dwell,
Then a sense of law and beauty
And a face turned from the clod,
Some call it Evolution
And others call it God."
"Say it again, slow!" ordered Douglas, his eyes still on Fire Mesa.
Judith obeyed.
"I didn't know Inez had got religious," he said, when Judith finished.
"She hasn't. She doesn't believe anything except that beauty is right and ugliness is wrong."