A mile further on they came to a wide common , with short , springy turf , where horses of all colours , with skins of satin , were kicking up their heels in play . The sight of them so delighted Helga that she nearly sprang from her saddle with a shriek of joy . ` Whose are they ? ' Oh ! whose are they ? ' she asked . ` How happy any man must be who is the master of such lovely creatures ! ' ` They are your Habogi 's , ' replied he , ` and the one which you think the most beautiful of all you shall have for yourself , and learn to ride him . ' At this Helga quite forgot the sheep and the cow . ' A horse of my own ! ' said she . ` Oh , stop one moment , and let me see which I will choose . The white one ? No . The chestnut ? No . I think , after all , I like the coal-black one best , with the little white star on his forehead . Oh , do stop , just for a minute . ' But Habogi would not stop or listen . ` When you are married you will have plenty of time to choose one , ' was all he answered , and they rode on two or three miles further .
At length XXXXX drew rein before a small house , very ugly and mean-looking , and that seemed on the point of tumbling to pieces .
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