“Into the stable?” said Mrs. Thompson, in surprise.
“Yes,” cried our hero. “I don’t like the look of Tommy—he’s very queer.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” observed Mrs. Peace; “but he’ll be better in a day or two, I suppose?”
“I’m not so sure about that. He’s very bad, poor little fellow—refuses his food.”
“May I go with you?” said Willie.
“Aye, if you like. Come along.”
“Oh, that’s what’s put him out,” said Mrs. Thompson.
“I knew there was something the matter. It’s the pony. Well, that’s a bad job.”
“He cares a deal more for Tommy than he does for either of us—you may rest assured of that. But then, you see, the faithful little animal don’t cross him; so there is, after all, good reason for his attachment.”
“He likes to have it all his own way. It’s the case with most men.”