I was beginning to grow handsome. My coat was fine and soft and was a shiny black. I had one write foot,and a pretty white star on my forehead. When I was four years old, Mr Gordon came to look at me. He looked closely at my eyes, my mouth, and my legs, and then I had to walk and trot and gallop for him. " When he has been trained, " Mr Gordon said to my master, "he wil do very well.