Her father, who had recently died, had given her the colt.
All four Morgans were dark-chestnut colts, lithe but strong and clear-eyed.

And what chests and loins they had for their size! They were not so showy as the larger, dappled Percherons, perhaps, but they were better all-round horses.

Lib, Brown and Joe were the names of our Morgans; Chet was the name that the Edwards young folks gave theirs.

Yet none of them was so pretty as Mrs.Kennard's Sylph.

She was, indeed, a blonde fairy of a mare, as graceful as a deer.
On the afternoon that we took Sylph up to the clearing, Mrs.Kennard walked all the way with us, because she wished to see for herself what the place was like.