Oh, I know all.

The faithful Hedwig, whose clothes I have borrowed, is a daughter of a tenant on my father's estate.

She means well, but she has no brains for these steps out of her even tenor, and she was glad to have me replace her in her mission.

Help me up!" There was no denying her anything.

The horse had appeared to greet her with pleasure, though it was probably the clothes of Hedwig that he recognized with the whinny after a sonorous sniff.
As she held out her hand, he offered his and, like a fawn clearing a hedge, she bounded up, just touched with a winged foot the iron step, and cleared the seat with a second leap.