They seem to understand you better than they do me--you being, of course, a good bit nearer to the angels than I am." "Thanks!" she said, as she took a couple of glasses up, wondering a little what their visitors would do with them.

Somewhat to her surprise, they took them with a little bow and a smile and sipped at the wine, first with a swift glint of wonder in their eyes, and then with smiles which are unmistakable evidence of perfect appreciation.
"I thought so," said Redgrave, as he raised his own glass, and bowed gravely towards them.

"This is our nearest approach to nectar, and they seem to recognise it." "And don't they just look like the sort of people who live on it, and, of course, other things ?" added Zaidie, as she too lifted her glass, and looked with laughing eyes across the brim at her two guests.
But meanwhile Murgatroyd had been applying the repulsive force a little too strongly.

The _Astronef_ shot up with a rapidity which soon left her winged escort far below.

She entered the cloud-veil and passed beyond it.