He is on the lawn, tied to your fence.

His hoofs may now be in a flower bed." "It doesn't matter, Dick.

People are not thinking much of flower beds nowadays.

My own horse is further down the lawn between the pines, and as he is an impatient beast it is probable that he has already dug up a square yard or two of turf with his hoofs.

How did you get in, Dick ?" "You forgot about the front door, sir, and left it open six or seven inches.