So it's no use my saying that I am sure his soul is a dewdrop.
I fancy, continued my brother, that something like a dewdrop glistened on her lashes.
But a dewdrop is evanescent, and there was nothing evanescent about Freya.
"Wonderful," repeated the Dewdrop when the lady had walked away.
On and on it ran with the water of the river, but it was no longer a Dewdrop; it was ...