Phil

“A lot of the critical details in the plot were a mishmash of ideas that made no sense,” astronomer Phil Plait wrote at Slate.

Brother Phil, not yet old enough for trousers, stands at her side; and that boy with his hand on the knob of the bedpost is Dorry.

I saw Roscoe looking at him in an abstracted way, and, as he did not reply, I said: "Phil had many friends and no enemies."

Then I suggested quietly that Phil's dollars could be put to a better use than for prog and liquor.

When Phil's pal left us he went wandering down the hillside, talking to himself.

Uncle Will and Phil set to work to cut up the carcass, first removing the hide, which the former wished to preserve.