There Tom Appleton remembered watching while Phillips and Motley would “strut about in any fancy costume they could find, and shout short scraps of poetry and snatches of dialogue at each other.” At about that age, Phillips also assisted the precocious Motley with his first attempt at a novel. “It opened,” Phillips remembered, “not with ‘one solitary horseman,’ but two, riding up to an inn in the valley of the Housatonic. Neither of us had ever seen the Housatonic, but it sounded grand and romantic.”
