“Do you see the hat?” She was beginning to be amused. “Yes . . .” “Do you see the feathers on the hat?” “Yes . . .” “Describe them.” “Oh—plumy things.” “How many?” “Two. Bunched together.” “Do you see the color of the feathers?” She drew back, suddenly self-conscious again, with a sidewise glance at her companions. “No.” “When you can see the color of the feathers,” said Miles softly, “you’ll also understand how you can expand your borders to infinity.”
