It was a good thing that she was such an experienced rider.
The young horse she found had hardly been broken in and so he started off bucking and kicking and showing his independence.
Finally she was able to take him out of the yard and into the paddock.
By the time she had ridden him round two or three times, he was responding to what she wanted.
In fact he was really enjoying himself.
The old man had stood at the gate watching her and when she rode back to him he said,
“You be a fine rider, miss, and there’s no mistakin’ about that.”
“I think that this is a very nice horse,” Imilda said, “but, of course, he should be ridden regularly, every day if possible.”
“I knows that,” the old man said, “but I ’ave too much to do and only one boy to ’elp me. He be gettin’ some fresh straw no
