Mr.Harry said that a starving animal, like a starving person, should only be fed a little at a time; but the Englishman's animals had always been fed poorly, and their stomachs had contracted so that they could not eat much at one time.
Miss Laura got a stick and scratched poor piggy's back a little, and then she went back to the house.

In a short time we went home with Mr.
Wood.

Mr.Harry was going to stay all night with the sick animals, and his mother would send him things to make him comfortable.

She was better by the time we got home, and was horrified to hear the tale of Mr.
Barron's neglect.

Later in the evening, she sent one of the men over with a whole box full of things for her darling boy, and a nice, hot tea, done up for him in a covered dish.
When the man came home, he said that Mr.Harry would not sleep in the Englishman's dirty house, but had slung a hammock out under the trees.
However, he would not be able to sleep much, for he had his lantern by his side, all ready to jump up and attend to the horse and cow.