"The Horse Jar was really an old ornate tin jar that her mom had purchased at a garage sale. . . It was covered with fading art nouveau designs from the 1920s, but the top still fit snugly, making it a great place to stash things. Money, for instance.
Annie had been saving her money for a long time. . . Every penny, every dime, every dollar went into the horse jar. Annie was a girl who knew what she wanted, and she wanted a horse.