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I
put
my
head
up
to
the
iron
rails
at
the
top
of
my
box
,
and
said
,
“
How
do
you
do
?
What
is
your
name
?
”
He
turned
round
as
far
as
his
halter
would
allow
,
held
up
his
head
,
and
said
,
“
My
name
is
Merrylegs
.
I
am
very
handsome
;
I
carry
the
young
ladies
on
my
back
,
and
sometimes
I
take
our
mistress
out
in
the
low
chair
.
They
think
a
great
deal
of
me
,
and
so
does
James
.
Are
you
going
to
live
next
door
to
me
in
the
box
?
”
I
said
,
“
Yes
.
”
“
Well
,
then
,
”
he
said
,
“
I
hope
you
are
good
-
tempered
;
I
do
not
like
any
one
next
door
who
bites
.
”
Just
then
a
horse
’
s
head
looked
over
from
the
stall
beyond
;
the
ears
were
laid
back
,
and
the
eye
looked
rather
ill
-
tempered
.
This
was
a
tall
chestnut
mare
,
with
a
long
handsome
neck
.
She
looked
across
to
me
and
said
:
“
So
it
is
you
who
have
turned
me
out
of
my
box
;
it
is
a
very
strange
thing
for
a
colt
like
you
to
come
and
turn
a
lady
out
of
her
own
home
.
”
“
I
beg
your
pardon
,
”
I
said
,
“
I
have
turned
no
one
out
;
the
man
who
brought
me
put
me
here
,
and
I
had
nothing
to
do
with
it
;
and
as
to
my
being
a
colt
,
I
am
turned
four
years
old
and
am
a
grown
-
up
horse
.
I
never
had
words
yet
with
horse
or
mare
,
and
it
is
my
wish
to
live
at
peace
.
”
“
Well
,
”
she
said
,
“
we
shall
see
.
Of
course
,
I
do
not
want
to
have
words
with
a
young
thing
like
you
.
”
I
said
no
more
.
In
the
afternoon
,
when
she
went
out
,
Merrylegs
told
me
all
about
it
.
