That is the main idea, Neville--_my_ main idea--like the luscious agglomeration of juicy green things which that cow is eating; they all go to make good milk.

Bah!--that's a stupid simile," he added, reddening.
Neville laughed.

Presently he pointed across the meadows.
"Is _that_ your sister's place ?" asked Querida with enthusiasm, interested and disappointed.

"What a charming house!" "That is Ashuelyn, my sister's house.

Beyond is El Nauar, Cardemon's place....