"What, go out before the county with one untrained horse and a pony; and you the heir to Greshamsbury!" "I'll have him so trained before November," said Frank, "that nothing in Barsetshire shall stop him.

Peter says"-- Peter was the Greshamsbury stud-groom--"that he tucks up his hind legs beautifully." "But who the deuce would think of going to work with one horse; or two either, if you insist on calling the old pony a huntress?
I'll put you up to a trick, my lad: if you stand that you'll stand anything; and if you don't mean to go in leading-strings all your life, now is the time to show it.

There's young Baker--Harry Baker, you know--he came of age last year, and he has as pretty a string of nags as any one would wish to set eyes on; four hunters and a hack.
Now, if old Baker has four thousand a year it's every shilling he has got." This was true, and Frank Gresham, who in the morning had been made so happy by his father's present of a horse, began to feel that hardly enough had been done for him.

It was true that Mr Baker had only four thousand a year; but it was also true that he had no other child than Harry Baker; that he had no great establishment to keep up; that he owed a shilling to no one; and, also, that he was a great fool in encouraging a mere boy to ape all the caprices of a man of wealth.
Nevertheless, for a moment, Frank Gresham did feel that, considering his position, he was being treated rather unworthily.
"Take the matter in your own hands, Frank," said the Honourable John, seeing the impression that he had made.

"Of course the governor knows very well that you won't put up with such a stable as that.