The phrase "delectable mountains" for one.

She did not know what "delectable" meant, but it sounded good; and mountains, though she had never seen more of them than a far blue line, had always pleased her fancy.

Now she seemed to be looking at them through that magical doorway....

The country was not like anything she remembered in the Kentucky bluegrass, still less like the shaggy woods of Indiana.

The turf was short and very green, and the hills fell into gracious folds that promised homesteads in every nook of them.