She did not know how to give him her thanks.
He was waiting for her, and escorted her across to the stable.

"You will like to see your mount," he said, cutting her short almost before she had begun.
She followed him into the stable.

Jeff's own mare poked an inquiring nose over the door of her loose-box.

Doris stopped to fondle her.

Jeff plunged a hand into his pocket and brought out some sugar.
From the stall next to them came a low whinny.