1 The horse had gone; but the cow remained.
2 "The horse," said Bartholomew, putting on his glasses.
3 That," he indicated the man with a horse, "was my ancestor.
4 He threw himself back in his chair and laughed, like a horse whinnying.
5 Hearing the waves in the middle of the night he saddled a horse and rode to the sea.
6 The children had been playing--there was a spotted horse in the middle of the carpet.
7 Had he been a horse, the thin brown skin would have twitched, as if a fly had settled.
8 In real life they had never met, the long lady and the man holding his horse by the rein.
9 The sound of horses' hooves, energetically represented by Albert the idiot with a wooden spoon on a tray, died away.
10 Then there was silence; and a cow coughed; and that led her to say how odd it was, as a child, she had never feared cows, only horses.
11 For her generation the newspaper was a book; and, as her father-in-law had dropped the Times, she took it and read: "A horse with a green tail."
12 which was romantic and then, building word upon word she read: "The troopers told her the horse had a green tail; but she found it was just an ordinary horse."