"The house shall gleam alight with windows. Theah shall be no da'k spot in it. Windowless houses ah fo' creatuahs of a clay less fine than hers," repeating tenderly, "of less fine clay. She is a bein' created to bask in the sunshine. She shall bask in it. These windows shall be thrown wide open to the sun, upstaiahs and down. Not a speck nor spot shall mah their cleanliness, lest a ray of light escape. Those who live in da'kness wilt within and without. She shall not live in da'kness. Nevah again. Nevah again shall she live in a hole in the ground."
After a time:
"Is it possible?" he mused, half to himself, half to Cyclona, "to build a house without a cellah?"
"I don't know," said Cyclona, whose knowledge of houses was limited to her own whose roof was still upside down, and dugouts.
"If I could build this house without a cellah," said Seth, "I would."
Cyclona again read from the Book.
"It stood upon twelve oxen," she read, "three looking toward the north, and three looking toward the west and three looking toward the south and three looking toward the east. Why not stand it on oxen like that, Seth?" she questioned.
Seth laughed.
"That wasn't the house," said he. "That was the molten sea."
"Oh!" exclaimed Cyclona. "I know now. The foundation was of stone made ready before they were brought hither, costly stones, great stones. It must have a foundation of some sort," she argued, keeping her finger on the place as she looked up, "or it will blow away."