"Not within many miles; the nearest is yonder away," said the shepherd, pointing to the south-east. "It's a grand place, that, but not like this; quite different, and from it you have a sight of the finest spire in the world."
"I must go to it," said I, and I drank the remainder of the milk; "yonder, you say."
"Yes, yonder; but you cannot get to it in that direction, the river lies between."
"What river?"
"The Avon."
"Avon is British," said I.
"Yes," said the man, "we are all British here."
"No, we are not," said I.
"What are we, then?"
"English."