Neon is a noble gas.

I visited Nebraska last summer.

I live in the northeast of the country.

She has a certain je ne sais quoi that makes her irresistible.

The bird built a nest in the tree.

The sailor climbed up to the crow's-nest to keep watch.

After their children moved out, the couple became empty nesters.

He claimed to have found a mare's-nest, but it turned out to be just a misunderstanding.

The lighthouse stands proudly on the ness.

Isn't it true?