Three steps sideways and one forward--so it has grown late, and you can't shoe the rascal in the dark." "Do you mean the sorrel horse ?" asked Adam, in a deep, musical voice, thrusting a blazing pine torch into the iron ring on the forge.
"Yes, Master Adam.

He won't bear shoeing, yet he's very valuable.

We have nothing to equal him.

None of us can control him, but you formerly zounds!...

you haven't grown younger in the last few years either, Adam! Put on your cap; you've lost your hair.