Edward's shout made Mable jump.  She nearly tripped over her feet as she turned her head to look at him, eyes wide.

"Your house has a gate?" she asked, sounding more curious than amazed.  "Wait, you have horses?!  Oh, Edward, now I really want to see!  I love horses!  Well, I think I do.  I've only ever had cows!"

She was imagining a house like the one she had grown up on, but with a much larger farm if you needed a horse to cross it.

"I don't get tired very easily, you should know.  I walked all the way from Pennsylvania to New York!  It took a week, probably longer.  And I walked here to Whitby from... well, I'm not sure, but I walk a lot.  I could make it to your house from your gate three times over!"