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

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

Now, Mr. Morris had been brought up in the country, and knew agreat deal about beasts, so I sometimes 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 somewhat 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 hisheels, and though he said nothing for a time, I knew he was angrywith 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," exclaimed Jack, saucily.

Then we had to run for all we were worth, for the Dobson child wasafter us, and as he was a gigantic fellow he would have whipped Jacksoundly.