"You are very fond of Tom Triggs," she said.
"He's such a good kind of friend," said Harebell in her old-fashioned way, as she folded up her letter and tucked it under her pillow. "He has done every single thing I wanted him to. And not many friends do that, do they?"
"Perhaps not."
"It's just five things he has done, and the wife is the last and best of all."
"What things?"
"Well, first he gave up drinking, and then he got some work, and then he got his cottage, and now he has got his wife."
"That is four."
"I s'pose the other thing is the really best thing," said Harebell, slowly and thoughtfully. "He has put it last in his letter, but I really believe it came first of all."
"And what is that?"
"He came to the Door of the sheep and got through it into the sheepfold."