"Every body wants that, and I have a great many good 'uns;' but I like to know the sort of good 'un that a gentleman requires. One man likes a bay, another a gray, another a roan, another a chestnut; but the colour is not always the description. One likes a high action, another a gentle goer, another a thunderer, another a prime bang up; one likes a thorough-bred, another a hunter; some require cobs, others carriage horses, others ladies' horses, others park horses; but if you can describe the sort of animal you want, I can soon tell you if I can suit you." "I did once see a horse," said Mr. Green, evidently calling up to his recollection days long gone by; "I did once see a horse that made me say to myself, 'There! if ever I ride on horseback, I should like to get just such a horse as that.' It was gentleness and elegance personified. It was a beautiful creature. It turned out its toes, just lifted one foot above the other, with a kind of quick cross action, and then set it down with such elegance and ease, that it seemed to trip along over the ground, exactly like a dancing master. Proud was its bearing, head up, and tail high," and Mr. Green most poetically described it in these words: "It brushed the morning dew, And o'er the carpet flew, With all becoming grace. So gentle, and so nobly bred, Give it alone its upshot head, 'Twould go at any pace." "Sir, I perceive you are a poet." "Not a bit of it. I only cut them out of the Poet's Corner, in the Star, and I think the author's name was 'Anon;' but it mattered not as to who was the author, it described the very horse; and I thought then, and I think so still, that by a very short transposition it would suit my wife, and perhaps many others. What think you, sir?" "She brushed the evening dew, And o'er the carpet flew, With all becoming grace. So gentle, and so nobly bred, Give her alone her upshot head, She'd go at any pace." The Doctor and the dealer could not help laughing. "I perceive, sir, you are a wag; if you are not a poet. I congratulate you upon having so charming a creature for your wife; and I only wish I may be able to suit you with as good a horse." "Have you a horse of this description?" "I have a mare exactly of that kind, and we call her the Daisy Cutter." "Pray, let me see her." "Shall I ride her, to show you her qualities?" "If you please." "Bring out the Daisy Cutter." She was brought forth, and John soon set her off to advantage. "Just the very thing! Just the very thing! Will you send her down to Birmingham? I am not exactly in riding trim, or I would ride her down myself." The animal was paid for, sent home, and proved to be the very creature suited to Mr. Green's case.