So the little horse was brought to where he lay.

The little horse went quickly along up hill and down.

"All little horses must have the same name, then, or maybe I can't tell the difference."

Those little horses did not move fast enough to close it.

The little horse was no longer tied to the bush.

She tried some grass, but the little horse didn't seem to know quite what to do with it.

It was clear that he loved the ugly little horse.

This little horse had been bought with great difficulty; for, as we have said, the whole family was poor.

I was hoping for the best, never believing this sort of thing could happen to my own little horse.

"That little horse, he was so close, I could almost have touched him."