"that she found you both asleep on the lawn one day last summer, and the colt's head was on your arm." Mr.Harry smiled and threw his arm over the colt's neck.

"We've been comrades, haven't we, Fleetfoot?
I've been almost ashamed of his devotion.

He has followed me to the village, and he always wants to go fishing with me.

He's four years old now, so he ought to get over those coltish ways.

I've driven him a good deal.