He Is Called The Horse

Give Me The Handling Of A Horse For Twenty Minutes, And I'll Tell You What Sort Of A Groom He Has Had.

What Right Had They To Make Me Suffer Like That?

The First Place That I Can Well Remember Was A Large Pleasant Meadow With A Pond Clear Water In It. Some Shady Trees Leaned Over It, And Rushes And Water-lilies Grew At The Deep End.

I Am Never Afraid Of What I Know.

Good Luck Is Rather Particular Who She Rides With, And Mostly Prefers Those Who Have Got Common Sense And A Good Heart; At Least That Is My Experience.