Rubbing to edges and corners bumped. Covers creased.
'What's that?' I said, and as we listened we saw a small dark shadow move somewhere at the end of the line of stalls.
'There's somebody there,' said Wendy. 'Come out, whoever you are!'
Jill feels partly responsible when a strange little girl who's been hanging around the riding stables disappears with three horses. Can she find them? And will her worries affect her performance at the Blossom Hall gymkhana?