Rubbing to edges and corners bumped. Spine and covers creased. Inside covers very browned. Spine faded.
The field was full of ponies. Wild ponies. New Forest ponies ...'Golly,' said Ann. 'They're wild!'
We must have looked a bit stunned because Captain Sound said hastily: 'Not sol wild. Just nice, raw material. You can make anything of these.'
Jill and her friend Ann are delighted to be offered an 'excellent job' with horses - until they discover it involves breaking in nine wild ponies. It seems an impossible task, but they're determined not to return home defeated.