She said she would willingly exchange places with an old cab horse. So much was expected of her, and she was too proud to fall below her record.
"But, oh," she said, "it is a hard life. I long for some freedom and real rest, but it is all training or care. I hate the race-course!"
And here, for the first time in my life, I saw horses wearing the over-draw check, and going about with tails and manes cut off.
It all seems so unnaturally inhuman, that, even yet, I think sometimes I must be dreaming.
[CHAPTER XVII.]
When we returned to the farm Master saw at a glance that Chet's farming was "poor farming."
Some new and scientific methods had been introduced, that were well enough as methods, but when used by a person unable to modify and apply them to practical use, they fell flat.
Moreover, Chet was engaged—"badly engaged," Bobby said—to be married.