But they weren't trying, Joan.

The way Camomile was pulled.

I expected to see his neck shut up like a concertina." "Never mind, boys," said Sir Chichester.

"You'll get it back before Friday." Harold Jupp shook his head doubtfully.
"Never sure about flat-racing.

Jumping's the only thing for the poor and honest backer." Joan Wentworth looked about her regretfully.
"I understand now why you have all come back so early." Miranda Brown ran impulsively to her.