Your grandmother shines like a star in his memory.

But I think Mrs.Moore is expecting you.

I'll show you our 'cross-lots' road." Anne walked with him to the house up the brook, over a field that was as white as snow with daisies.

A boat-load of people were singing far across the harbor.

The sound drifted over the water like faint, unearthly music wind-blown across a starlit sea.