One day Mr.Dobson asked Mr.Morris to come in and see the colt, and I went, too.

I watched Mr.Morris while he examined it.

It was a pretty little creature, and I did not wonder that they thought so much of it.
"When Mr.Morris went home his wife asked him what he thought of it.
"I think," he said, "that it won't live long." "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.