Ordestoodquitemotionless，overcomebyastonishment。Herface，itslongovalframedinthebandsofthegrayveilandthedown—
turnedbrimofthehat，lookedupsmilingintohis。Thefreshairhaddeepenedthecolourbeneathherskinandhadblownloosestraylocksofthefineshadow—filledhair。Herredlips，withthequaintlyup—turnedcorners，smiledathimwithanewfrankness，andtheblackeyes——theeyessoblackastoresemblespots——hadlosttheirhalf—indolentreserveandbrimmedoverquitefranklywiththejoyoflife。Shescoopedupahandfulofthedry，cleansandfromeithersideofher，raiseditaloft，andletittrickleslowlybetweenherfingers。Thewindgthappearedatinyblackinsect，strugglingagainsttherolling，overwhelmingsands。
Withgreatcarethegirlscoopedthisnewcomeroutandsethimonthelevelground。ShelookeduphappilyatOrde，thrustingtheloosehairfrominfrontofhereyes。
\"Iwasconvincedweoughttodigahole，\"saidshegravely。\"Now，let’sgosomewhereelse。\"
Shearosetoherfeet，shakingthesandfreefromherskirts。