I live in Thorbury, and I came to call on your sister.

Phoebe told me she thought she was out here, and so I came to look for her myself.

A barn is so charming to me, especially a great one like this, that I would rather make a call in it than in the house." "I will go and look for her," said Ralph.

"She cannot be far away." And then he glanced at the horse, as if he were in doubt what to do with it at this juncture.
"Oh, let me hold your horse," cried Dora, putting down the parasol by the side of the barn and approaching; "I mean while you go and get its halter.

I am ever so fond of horses, and like to hold them and feed them and pet them.