She nodded.
"Raw, but they'll come on. That's what you want."
"Any up to National form?" he asked.
"Make-Way-There might be good enough in a season or two if she'll stay," she said. "You can never tell. She's only four off."
They began to breast the slope of the Mare's Back.
"I've only had one real ambition in life," he said confidentially.
She looked at him.
"What?"
"To win the Nun-National."
She beamed on him friendly.