When he opened his eyes the next morning, it was with a strange feeling of wonder at his new surroundings. Birds were twittering out-of-doors, and there was a soft lapping of water on the shore. The green boughs of a cherry tree almost brushed against the window-panes. He was no longer in his old garret room, but in a pretty apartment, with bunches of rosebuds on the walls, and scent-bottles on the toilet-table, and muslin curtains, and a bright carpet, and pretty book-shelves, and brackets, and lovely child-faces in the engravings; and on a broad table was a little easel, and a paint-box, and drawing-paper; and here too was his old box with the violin strings. "Oh," said Phil, softly, "I wonder if heaven is any better than this!" He had closed his eyes as he said it, and went over his usual morning prayer of thankfulness; and when he opened his eyes, there was Lisa with his breakfast-tray--poached eggs and toast, and a goblet of milk. "Lisa, Lisa, is not this too nice for anything?" asked Phil. "Yes, indeed, dear, it is nice. Miss Schuyler says you must hurry and get strong, so that you can make the acquaintance of the hens that laid these eggs for you, and the cow whose milk is to do you so much good." "What is the cow's name, Lisa?" "I don't know," said Lisa. "It is Daisy," said Miss Schuyler, coming in to say good-morning. "She's a lovely little Alderney, and her milk is like cream. Oh, you will soon be strong enough to row my boat for me." "A boat! Have you a boat?" "Yes, and you are going out on the lake in her this very morning." "It is just too much happiness, Miss Schuyler." "Well, we will not overpower you. For a day or two you must rest, and do nothing but breathe the sweet air. I have to be busy getting things in order and looking after my garden. Lisa will take her work on the piazza, and you can lie in one of the easy-chairs. Joe is to wait on you, and do a little weeding, and keep the paths in order, and bail out the boat; and the old man seems to be very much at home already. So that is the order of the day. Now good-bye, and don't do too much thinking." "One moment, Miss Schuyler; do you believe in fairies?" "Just a little," said Miss Schuyler, with a quizzical smile. "Well, I believe in them," said Phil, "and I think you are one of the best of them." "Oh no, I am very human, dear Phil, as you will find out. And now I must go look after my strawberry-beds. Good-bye." "Good-bye," said Phil, waving her a kiss. "Only think, Lisa, we will actually see strawberries growing! It is quite fairy-land for me."