Now it might have been pure chance that Eliza's favorite horse in this stable – the mare she asked for by name whenever she called – possessed a flat but not overly broad back, a medium-sized wither, and a sweet disposition. Or perhaps Jack Shaftoe's advice on the finer points of horse-thievery had subtly informed her choice. At any rate, the mare's name was Vla ("cream'), and Eliza rated it as unlikely she would ever try to pitch Eliza off her bare back. The stable-boy was attempting to saddle up a different mare, but Vla was in a stall only a few paces away.