“I hope so,” returned Peace. “It is a simple remedy, and can’t do him any harm.”
Peace endeavoured to get the pony to take his food; he led him to the manger, and strove by every means in his power to persuade him to eat.
Tommy swallowed a few mouthfuls of oats, but this was evidently an effort.
Presently he turned away from the manger and lay down upon the clean straw which his master had previously prepared for him.
“We will leave him now,” said Peace. “Quiet and rest will do more than we can do for him. Come along.”
The two passed out of the stable and returned to the parlour of No. 4.
“How is the poor little fellow?” inquired Mrs. Peace.
“I don’t like his looks. Very bad. I wish to goodness Bill would drop in.”
“He was here when you were away,” said Mrs. Thompson.
“What! this afternoon?”