There was a pony for Jane and a horse that was not too large for Terry.
The next horse was so magnificent that Kyla was quite certain that it was not meant for her.
Then, as she was looking at it appreciatively, she heard a voice behind her say,
“Do you think you can manage Firefly?”
Kyla turned her head.
“Do you really mean it, my Lord,” she asked, “that I can ride anything so magnificent? Thank you! Thank you!”
“I thought it would please you,” the Earl answered.
There was a fine black stallion for him that was the equal of if not superior to Firefly.
When they set off from the stable, the Earl rode ahead with the children on one side of him.
Kyla thought it a pity that there was no famous artist there to paint a picture of them.
The Earl took them first to the paddock.
“I want
