“So many pheasants, too, and partridges!” said Phillis. “Teal, woodcocks, and wild ducks!”
“David might well say, the Lord maketh our bed in our sickness, Phillis,” said I.
“Such a pretty bed as it is, too!” said Phillis. “So white, sweet, and clean! Russia sheets and Marseilles quilt, bleached on a heath common, close by a sweetbriar hedge!”
“Not only that—” said I.
“Not only that,” said Phillis, “but such pretty daisy-fringe to the curtains, and a clean tarletan blind to the window.”
“Such a lovely view from the window!” said I.
“‘Ever charming, ever new.’”
“You see everything that goes by,” said Phillis.
“Yes, Phillis. And then the hill! I scarcely ever look at it without saying to myself, ‘I will look unto the hill from whence cometh my help.’”
“The doctor lives the other way, though,” said Phillis.