Bacchus used to insist, when she was a child, that she never would live, she was _too good_.

When, during her severe illness, Phillis would go to her cabin to look around, Bacchus would greet her with a very long face, and say, "I told you so.

I know'd Miss Alice would be took from us all." Since her recovery, he had stopped prophesying about her.
"Aunt Phillis," said Alice, "you don't look very sick.

I reckon you _will_ work when you ought not.

Now I intend to watch you, and make you mind, so that you will soon be well." "I am a great deal better than I was, Miss Alice, but there's no knowing; howsomever, I thank the Lord that he has spared me to see you once more.