There's another of Milo's delights," she continued, pointing to the left.

"It's ever so old.

The natives around here call it 'The Ghost Tree.'" They had been moving in a wide circle through the groves.
Now, approaching the house from the other side, they came out on a grassy little space on the far edge of the lawn.

In the center of the space stood a giant live-oak towering as high as a royal palm, and with mighty boughs stretching out in vast symmetry on every side.

It was a true forest monarch.