Jet black with a three-cornered white spot in the middle of his forehead.

He's an Arabian, and Father paid an extravagant price for him.

He shakes hands and does ever so many tricks that I taught him.

When you go home with me, you shall see him." "I'd love to have a riding horse," confessed Grace, "but Father can't afford it.

I've never asked him, but I know he can't.