"If you do not ride him, he will turn into a fixture." "He is already a very solid piece of furniture," observed Folco, looking at the sleek animal.
"He is very like the square piano I practise on," said Aurora.

"He has such a flat back and such straight thick legs." "More like an organ," put in Marcello, gravely.

"He has a curious, half-musical wheeze when he tries to move, like the organ in the church at San Domenico, when the bellows begin to work." "It is a shame to make fun of my horse," answered the Signora, smiling.
"But really I am not afraid of him.

I have a little headache from the drive, that is all." "Take some phenacetine," said Corbario with concern.

"Let me make you quite comfortable before we start." He arranged a long straw chair for her in a sheltered corner of the verandah, with cushions and a rug and a small table beside it, on which Marcello placed a couple of new books that had been brought down.