You see, we're nearly a thousand million miles from home, and, even with you, it makes one feel a bit lonely.

I vote we explore the rest of this hemisphere up to the pole, and then, as they say at sea--I mean our sea--'bout ship, and try if we can find our own old world again.

After all, it _is_ more homelike than any of these, isn't it ?" "Just take our telescope and look at it," said Redgrave, pointing towards the Sun, with its little cluster of attendant planets.

"It looks something like one of Jupiter's little moons down there, doesn't it, only not quite as big ?" "Yes, it does, but that doesn't matter.

The fact is that it's there, and we know what it's like, and it's _home_, if it _is_ a thousand million miles away, and that's everything." By this time they had passed through the outer band of clouds.