A door stood open, and the morning sun was glancing in.

There were several horses there, some with their heads toward me, and some with their tails.

I saw that instead of being tied up, there were gates outside their stalls, and they could stand in any way they liked.
There was a man moving about at the other end of the stable, and long before he saw me, I knew that it was Mr.Wood.What a nice, clean stable he had! There was always a foul smell coming out of Jenkins's stable, but here the air seemed as pure inside as outside.

There was a number of little gratings in the wall to let in the fresh air, and they were so placed that drafts would not blow on the horses.

Mr.Wood was going from one horse to another, giving them hay, and talking to them in a cheerful voice.