was no good—his left ear. . . . After that I hurried her to the starting-post, and of course she was very upset, and knowing that she was the only lady in the race she insisted on starting before the others. But even then she couldn't make up her mind to follow Young Lover or have a good jump over the railings, but finally, near Tattenham Corner, her attention was distracted by a merry-go-round which was playing a polka. If there's one thing that Maudie cannot resist, it's a polka . . . and she was over the fence and after the merry-go-round before you could say " knife." When she saw the horses she thought it was the big race—we went round the merry-go-round twenty-eight times until I felt quite sick. Of course, she could never lead the field, because there was always a horse ahead of her—that annoyed her and she started boring. Then it was that I left her, but I broke my fall somewhat by landing on the pipes of the steam organ in the centre of the merry-go-round. Nothing seems to have been heard of Maudie since then—she was last seen making for the open country. And I would like to ask anybody who has seen or heard of her to let me know, because I miss her rather. It has been nice having this little chat, hasn't it? Or hasn't it?  
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