You don't suppose he'd think it was hay, do you?
No, I guess it wouldn't taste very good." "Where can I put him, grandmother ?" "Fer the land sakes! I don't know," said the grandmother, looking around the room in alarm.

"We haven't any place fer horses.

Perhaps you might get him into the back yard fer a while till we think what to do.

There's a stable, but they charge high to board horses.

Lizzie knows one of the fellers that works there.