[Mrs. Brown is talking with Velvet in the attic]
Mrs. Brown: We're alike. I, too, believe that everyone should have a chance at a breathtaking piece of folly once in his life. I was twenty when they said a woman couldn't swim the Channel. You're twelve; you think a horse of yours can win the Grand National. Your dream has come early; but remember, Velvet, it will have to last you all the rest of your life.

Mr. Hallam: So you're to win the gelding, are you Velvet?
Velvet: Oh, of course I'm to win.
Mr. Hallam: There are ways of arranging it, aren't there? And your father's a clever man...
Velvet: Oh, I didn't bother him, Mr. Hallam. I just arranged it with God.