When he came out with Sarah Brown under the tasselled arch of Travellers' Joy that crosses the end of the Green Ride, he was all shining and dewy with adventure, and his tail was upright, as though he were pretending that it carried a flag.
On an abrupt hill in the middle of an enormous green meadow a Castle stood, just as Richard had predicted.

It was To Let, and was not looking its best.

Some man of enterprise, taking advantage of its forlorn condition, had glued an advertisement upon its donjon keep.

You could almost have measured that advertisement in acres; it recommended a face cream, and represented a lady with a face of horrible size, whose naturally immaculate complexion was marred by the rivets and loopholes of the donjon keep itself, which protruded in rather a distressing way.
Oak trees stood round the foot of that pale hill, and the general effect was rather that of parsley round a ham.
Between two oaks Sarah Brown, following directions, found the beginning of the Daisified Path.

There were not only daisies all over the path but real violets on either side of it.