It was a "delectable" country--yes, that was the meaning of the word that had puzzled her....
She had seen the picture before in her head.

She remembered one hot Sunday afternoon when she was a child hearing a Baptist preacher discoursing on a Psalm, something about the "little hills rejoicing." She had liked the words and made a picture in her mind.

These were the little hills and they were joyful.
There was a white road running straight through them till it disappeared over a crest.

That was right, of course.

The road which the Pilgrims travelled....