"Why, papa!" exclaimed Jack, who overheard the remark, "it is as
fat as a seal."

"It would have a better chance for its life if it were lean and
scrawny," said Mr. Morris. "They are over-feeding it, and I told
Mr. Dobson so; but he wasn't inclined to believe me."

Now, Mr. Morris had been brought up in the country, and knew a
great deal about animals, so I was inclined to think he was right.
And sure enough, in a few days, we heard that the colt was dead.

Poor James Dobson felt very badly. A number of the neighbors'
boys went into see him, and there he stood gazing at the dead colt,
and looking as if he wanted to cry. Jack was there and I was at his
heels, and though he said nothing for a time, I knew he was angry
with the Dobsons for sacrificing the colt's life. Presently he said,
"You won't need to have that colt stuffed now he's dead, Dobson."

"What do you mean? Why do you say that?" asked the boy,
peevishly.

"Because you stuffed him while he was alive," said Jack, saucily.

Then we had to run for all we were worth, for the Dobson boy was
after us, and as he was a big fellow he would have whipped Jack
soundly.

I must not forget to say that Billy was washed regularly once a
week with nice-smelling soaps and once a month with