Never trust a white horse," he said.

"Black's the colour.

Look at this mare here--she's a beauty.

Strong as an elephant and docile as a tortoise.
Fifteen quid, mum, and a bargain." "My good man," said Miss Bingham, "you are laboring under a misapprehension.

I require no horse." Fortunately, among the letters were several that told of exactly the kind of horse that was needed, and one afternoon a stable boy led into the yard a perfectly enormous creature which Mr.Lenox had hired for a pound a week from a man at Finchley.
"Warranted sound in wind and limb," said Mr.Lenox, "and his name is Moses." Gregory, having given Moses a lump of sugar, declined ever again to wish for a motor caravan, especially as Mr.Scott slipped into his hand that evening a large knife containing eight useful articles, including a hook for extracting stones from horses' feet..