"He seems to stand over a little, I think," said the parson.
"It's the lie of the ground.

Move him about, Bob.

There now, let him stand there." "He's not perfect," said Mark.

"I don't quite like his heels; but no doubt he's a niceish cut of a horse." "I rather think he is.

If he were perfect, as you say, he would not be going into your stables for a hundred and thirty.