How describe Jolly, who, ever since she remembered anything, had been her lord, master, and ideal?
"Does he sit on you ?" said Val shrewdly.

"I shall be knowing him at Oxford.

Have you got any horses ?" Holly nodded.

"Would you like to see the stables ?" "Rather!" They passed under the oak tree, through a thin shrubbery, into the stable-yard.

There under a clock-tower lay a fluffy brown-and-white dog, so old that he did not get up, but faintly waved the tail curled over his back.
"That's Balthasar," said Holly; "he's so old--awfully old, nearly as old as I am.