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Are you the Earl?" said Cedric ; " I'm your grandson. I'm 

Lord Fauntleroy." Frontispiece. 

Vignette Title-page. 

'So this is little Lord Fauntleroy." Page 11 

Mr. Hobbs," said Cedric, "an Earl is sitting on this box now! " . " 75 

The Race " 27 

' I used to think I might perhaps be a President, but I never thought 

of being an Earl," said Ceddie " 30 

' I have to go to England and be a Lord." " 41 

Dick boards the steamer to bid good-bye to Lord Fauntleroy. . " 45 


Vignette Page 48 

Jerry narrates some of bis Adventures " 53 

The big cat was purring in drowsy content; she liked tbe caressing 

touch of tbe kind little band " 57 

Tbe gates were opened by a woman and two cbildren who came out 

of a pretty ivy-covered lodge " 65 

"Just lean on me," said little Lord Fauntleroy. I 'II walk very 

slowly." " 80 

Lord Fauntleroy writes a letter < 103 

Here lyetb ye bodye of Gregory e Artlmre Fyrst Earle of Dorin- 

court AUsoe of Alisone Hildegarde bys wyfe " 116 

" I've a great deal to thank your Lordship for, ' ' sa id Higgins . . " / / 8 

Wilkim was carrying bis bat for him, and bis hair was flying, but 

be came back at a brisk canter " 725 

" Up tbe lad has to get, and my Lord trudges alongside of Urn with 

bis hands in his pockets." " JJQ 

The workmen liked to see Mm stand among them, talking away, 

witb his hands in his pockets " /^ 

" / was thinking how beautiful you are," said Lord Fauntleroy. . " 75^ 


' Why, Boss!" exclaimed Dick, "do you know Um yourself?" . Page 166 

' Shall I be your boy, even if I 'm not going to be an Earl?" said 

Cedric. " ij8 

She was told by the footman at the door that the Earl would not 

see her " 181 

' Are you quite sure you want me?" said Mrs. Errol " 198 

' My grandfather says these are my ancestors," said Fauntleroy. " 202 

Lord Fauntleroy makes a Speech to the tenants. " 207 



CEDRIC himself knew nothing whatever about it. It had never 
been even mentioned to him. He knew that his papa had 
been an Englishman, because his mamma had told him so ; 
but then his papa had died when he was so little a boy that he could 
not remember very much about him, except that he was big, and 
had blue eyes and a long mustache, and that it was a splendid thing 
to be carried around the room on his shoulder. Since his papa's 
death, Cedric had found out that it was best not to talk to his 
mamma about him. When his father was ill, Cedric had been sent 
away, and when he had returned, everything was over ; and his 
mother, who had been very ill, too, was only just beginning to sit 
in her chair by the window. She was pale and thin, and all the 
dimples had gone from her pretty face, and her eyes looked large 
and mournful, and she was dressed in black. 

" Dearest," said Cedric (his papa had called her that always, and 
so the little boy had learned to say it), " dearest, is my papa 


He felt her arms tremble, and so he turned his curly head and 
looked in her face. There was something in it that made him 
feel that he was going to cry. 

" Dearest," he said, " is he well ? " 

Then suddenly his loving little heart told him that he 'd better 
put both his arms around her neck and kiss her again and again, 
and keep his soft cheek close to hers ; and he did so, and she laid 
her face on his shoulder and cried bitterly, holding him as if she 
could never let him go again. 

" Yes, he is well," she sobbed ; " he is quite, quite well, but we 
we have no one left but each other. No one at all." 

Then, little as he was, he understood that his big, handsome 
young papa would not come back any more ; that he was dead, as 
he had heard of other people being, although he could not compre- 
hend exactly what strange thing had brought all this sadness about. 
It was because his mamma always cried when he spoke of his papa 
that he secretly made up his mind it was better not to speak of him 
very often to her, and he found out, too, that it was better not to let 
her sit still and look into the fire or out of the window without 
moving or talking. He and his mamma knew very few people, and 
lived what might have been thought very lonely lives, although 
Cedric did not know it was lonely until he grew older and heard 
why it was they had no visitors. Then he was told that his mamma 
was an orphan, and quite alone in the world when his papa had 
married her. She was very pretty, and had been living as compan- 
ion to a rich old lady who was not kind to her, and one day Captain 
Cedric Errol, who was calling at the house, saw her run up the 
stairs with tears on her eyelashes; and she looked so sweet and 
innocent and sorrowful that the Captain could not forget her. And 
after many strange things had happened, they knew each other well 
and loved each other dearly, and were married, although their mar- 


riage brought them the ill-will of several persons. The one who 
was most angry of all, however, was the Captain's father, who lived 
in England, and was a very rich and important old nobleman, with 
a very bad temper and a very violent dislike to America and Amer- 
icans. He had two sons older than Captain Cedric ; and it was the 
law that the elder of these sons should inherit the family title and 
estates, which were very rich and splendid ; if the eldest son died, 
the next one would be heir ; so, though he was a member of such a 
great family, there was little chance that Captain Cedric would be 
very rich himself. 

But it so happened that Nature had given to the youngest son 
gifts which she had not bestowed upon his elder brothers. He had 
a beautiful face and a fine, strong, graceful figure ; he had a bright 
smile and a sweet, gay voice ; he was brave and generous, and had 
the kindest heart in the world, and seemed to have the power to 
make every one love him. And it was not so with his elder brothers; 
neither of them was handsome, or very kind, or clever. When they 
were boys at Eton, they were not popular ; when they were at col- 
lege, they cared nothing for study, and wasted both time and money, 
and made few real friends. The old Earl, their father, was constantly 
disappointed and humiliated by them ; his heir was no honor to his 
noble name, and did not promise to end in being anything but a 
selfish, wasteful, insignificant man, with no manly or noble qualities. 
It was very bitter, the old Earl thought, that the son who was only 
third, and would have only a very small fortune, should be the one 
who had all the gifts, and all the charms, and all the strength and 
beauty. Sometimes he almost hated the handsome young man 
because he seemed to have the good things which should have gone 
with the stately title and the magnificent estates ; and yet, in the 
depths of his proud, stubborn old heart, he could not help caring 
very much for his youngest son. It was in one of his fits of petu- 


lance that he sent him off to travel in America; he thought he would 
send him away for a while, so that he should not be made angry by 
constantly contrasting him with his brothers, who were at that time 
giving him a great deal of trouble by their wild ways. 

But, after about six months, he began to feel lonely, and longed 
in secret to see his son again, so he wrote to Captain Cedric and 
ordered him home. The letter he wrote crossed on its way a letter 
the Captain had just written to his father, telling of his love for the 
pretty American girl, and of his intended marriage ; and when the 
Earl received that letter he was furiously angry. Bad as his temper 
was, he had never given way to it in his life as he gave way to it 
when he read the Captain's letter. His valet, who was in the room 
when it came, thought his lordship would have a fit of apoplexy, he 
was so wild with anger. For an hour he raged like a tiger, and then 
he sat down and wrote to his son, and ordered him never to come 
near his old home, nor to write to his father or brothers again. He 
told him he might Jive as he pleased, and die where he pleased, that 
he should be cut off from his family forever, and that he need never 
expect help from his father as long as he lived. 

The Captain was very sad when he read the letter; he was very 
fond of England, and he dearly loved the beautiful home where he 
had been born ; he had even loved his ill-tempered old father, and 
had sympathized with him in his disappointments ; but he knew he 
need expect no kindness from him in the future. At first he scarcely 
knew what to do ; he had not been brought up to work, and had no 
business experience, but he had courage and plenty of determination. 
So he sold his commission in the English army, and after some 
trouble found a situation in New York, and married. The change 
from his old life in England was very great, but he was young and 
happy, and he hoped that hard work would do great things for him 
in the future. He had a small house on a quiet street, and his little 


boy was born there, and everything was so gay and cheerful, in a 
simple way, that he was never sorry for a moment that he had mar- 
ried the rich old lady's pretty companion just because she was so 
sweet and he loved her and she loved him. She was very sweet, 
indeed, and her little boy was like both her and his father. Though 
he was born in so quiet and cheap a little home, it seemed as if there 
never had been a more fortunate baby. In the first place, he was 
always well, and so he never gave any one trouble ; in the second 
place, he had so sweet a temper and ways so charming that he was 
a pleasure to every one ; and in the third place, he was so beautiful 
to look at that he was quite a picture. Instead of being a bald- 
headed baby, he started in life with a quantity of soft, fine, gold- 
colored hair, which curled up at the ends, and went into loose rings 
by the time he was six months old ; he had big brown eyes and long 
eyelashes and a darling little face ; he had so strong a back and 
such splendid sturdy legs, that at nine months he learned suddenly to 
walk ; his manners were so good, for a baby, that it was delightful 
to make his acquaintance. He seemed to feel that every one was 
his friend, and when any one spoke to him, when he was in his car- 
riage in the street, he would give the stranger one sweet, serious 
look with the brown eyes, and then follow it with a lovely, friendly 
smile ; and the consequence was, that there was not a person in the 
neighborhood of the quiet street where he lived even to the gro- 
ceryman at the corner, who was considered the crossest creature 
alive who was not pleased to see him and speak to him. And 
every month of his life he grew handsomer and more interesting. 

When he was old enough to walk out with his nurse, dragging 
a small wagon and wearing a short white kilt skirt, and a big white 
hat set back on his curly yellow hair, he was so handsome and 
strong and rosy that he attracted every one's attention, and his nurse 
would come home and tell his mamma stories of the ladies who had 


stopped their carriages to look at and speak to him, and of how 
pleased they were when he talked to them in his cheerful little way, 
as if he had known them always. His greatest charm was this 
cheerful, fearless, quaint little way of making friends with people. 
I think it arose from his having a very confiding nature, and a kind 
little heart that sympathized with every one, and wished to make 
every one as comfortable as he liked to be himself. It made him 
very quick to understand the feelings of those about him. Perhaps 
this had grown on him, too, because he had lived so much with his 
father and mother, who were always loving and considerate and 
tender and well-bred. He had never heard an unkind or uncourt- 
eous word spoken at home ; he had always been loved and caressed 
and treated tenderly, and so his childish soul was full of kindness 
and innocent warm feeling. He had always heard his mamma 
called by pretty, loving names, and so he used them himself when 
he spoke to her; he had always seen that his papa watched over 
her and took great care of her, and so he learned, too, to be careful 
of her. 

So when he knew his papa would come back no more, and saw 
how very sad his mamma was, there gradually came into his kind 
little heart the thought that he must do what he could to make her 
happy. He was not much more than a baby, but that thought was 
in his mind whenever he climbed upon her knee and kissed her and 
put his curly head on her neck, and when he brought his toys and 
picture-books to show her, and when he curled up quietly by her 
side as she used to lie on the sofa. He was not old enough to know 
of anything else to do, so he did what he could, and was more of a 
comfort to her than he could have understood. 

" Oh, Mary ! " he heard her say once to her old servant ; " I 
am sure he is trying to help me in his innocent way I know 
he is. He looks at me sometimes with a loving, wondering little 


look, as if he were sorry for me, and then he will come and pet me 
or show me something. He is such a little man, I really think 
he knows." 

As he grew older, he had a great many quaint little ways which 
amused and interested people greatly. He was so much of a com- 
panion for his mother that she scarcely cared for any other. They 
used to walk together and talk together and play together. When 
he was quite a little fellow, he learned to read ; and after that he 
used to lie on the hearth-rug, in the evening, and read aloud some- 
times stories, and sometimes big books such as older people read, 
and sometimes even the newspaper ; and often at such times Mary, 
in the kitchen, would hear Mrs. Errol laughing with delight at the 
quaint things he said. 

" And, indade," said Mary to the groceryman, " nobody cud help 
laughin' at the quare little ways of him and his ould-fashioned 
sayin's ! Did n't he come into my kitchen the noight the new Prisi- 
dent was nominated and shtand afore the fire, lookin' loike a pictur', 
wid his hands in his shmall pockets, an' his innocent bit of a face as 
sayrious as a jedge ? An' sez he to me : ' Mary,' sez he, ' I 'm very 
much int'rusted in the 'lection,' sez he. ' I 'm a 'publican, an' so is 
Dearest. Are you a 'publican, Mary ? ' ' Sorra a bit,' sez I ; ' I 'm 
the bist o' dimmycrats ! ' An' he looks up at me wid a look that ud 
go to yer heart, an' sez he : ' Mary,' sez he, ' the country will go to 
ruin.' An' nivver a day since thin has he let go by widout argyin' 
wid me to change me polytics." 

Mary was very fond of him, and very proud of him, too. She 
had been with his mother ever since he was born ; and, after his 
father's death, had been cook and housemaid and nurse and every- 
thing else. She was proud of his graceful, strong little body and 
his pretty manners, and especially proud of the bright curly hair 
which waved over his forehead and fell in charming love-locks on 


his shoulders. She was willing to work early and late to help his 
mamma make his small suits and keep them in order. 

" 'Ristycratic, is it ? " she would say. " Faith, an' I 'd loike to see 
the choild on Fifth Avey-noo as looks loike him an' shteps out as 
handsome as himself. An' ivvery man, woman, and choild lookin' 
afther him in his bit of a black velvet skirt made out of the mis- 
thress's ould gownd ; an' his little head up, an' his curly hair flyin' 
an' shinin'. It 's loike a young lord he looks." 

Cedric did not know that he looked like a young lord ; he did 
not know what a lord was. His greatest friend was the groceryman 
at the corner the cross groceryman, who was never cross to him. 
His name was Mr. Hobbs, and Cedric admired and respected him 
very much. He thought him a very rich and powerful person, he 
had so many things in his store, prunes and figs and oranges and 
biscuits, and he had a horse and wagon. Cedric was fond of the 
milkman and the baker and the apple-woman, but he liked Mr. 
Hobbs best of all, and was on terms of such intimacy with him that 
he went to see him every day, and often sat with him quite a long 
time, discussing the topics of the hour. It was quite surprising how 
many things they found to talk about the Fourth of July, for 
instance. When they began to talk about the Fourth of July there 
really seemed no end to it. Mr. Hobbs had a very bad opinion of 
" the British," and he told the whole story of the Revolution, relat- 
ing very wonderful and patriotic stories about the villainy of the 
enemy and the bravery of the Revolutionary heroes, and he even 
generously repeated part of the Declaration of Independence. 
Cedric was so excited that his eyes shone and his cheeks were red 
and his curls were all rubbed and tumbled into a yellow mop. He 
could hardly wait to eat his dinner after he went home, he was so 
anxious to tell his' mamma. It was, perhaps, Mr. Hobbs who gave 
him his first interest in politics. Mr. Hobbs was fond of reading the 


newspapers, and so Cedric heard a great deal about what was going 
on in Washington ; and Mr. Hobbs would tell him whether the 
President was doing his duty or not. And once, when there was an 
election, he found it all quite grand, and probably but for Mr. Hobbs 
and Cedric the country might have been wrecked. Mr. Hobbs took 
him to see a great torchlight procession, and many of the men who 
carried torches remembered afterward a stout man who stood near 
a lamp-post and held on his shoulder a handsome little shouting 
boy, who waved his cap in the air. 

It was not long after this election, when Cedric was between seven 
and eight years old, that the very strange thing happened which made 
so wonderful a change in his life. It was quite curious, too, that the 
day it happened he had been talking to Mr. Hobbs about England 
and the Queen, and Mr. Hobbs had said some very severe things 
about the aristocracy, being specially indignant against earls and mar- 
quises. It had been a hot morning ; and after playing soldiers with 
some friends of his, Cedric had gone into the store to rest, and had 
found Mr. Hobbs looking very fierce over a piece of the Illustrated 
London News, which contained a picture of some court ceremony. 

''Ah," he said, " that 's the way they go on now; but they'll get 
enough of it some day, when those they 've trod on rise and blow 
'em up sky-high, earls and marquises and all ! It 's coming, and 
they may look out for it ! " 

Cedric had perched himself as usual on the high stool and 
pushed his hat back, and put his hands in his pockets in delicate 
compliment to Mr. Hobbs. 

"Did you ever know many marquises, Mr. Hobbs?" Cedric 
inquired, " or earls ? " 

" No," answered Mr. Hobbs, with indignation ; " I guess not. 
I 'd like to catch one of 'em inside here ; that 's all ! I '11 have no 
grasping tyrants sittin' 'round on my cracker-barrels ! " 


And he was so proud of the sentiment that he looked around 
proudly and mopped his forehead. 

" Perhaps they would n't be earls if they knew any better," 
said Cedric, feeling some vague sympathy for their unhappy 

" Would n't they ! " said Mr. Hobbs. " They just glory in it ! 
It 's in 'em. They 're a bad lot." 

They were in the midst of their conversation, when Mary 
appeared. Cedric thought she had come to buy some sugar, per- 
haps, but she had not. She looked almost pale and as if she were 
excited about something. 

" Come home, darlint," she said; "the misthress is wantin' yez." 
Cedric slipped down from his stool. 

"Does she want me to go out with her, Mary?" he asked. 
"Good-morning, Mr. Hobbs. I '11 see you again." 

He was surprised to see Mary staring at him in a dumfounded 
fashion, and he wondered why she kept shaking her head. 

" What 's the matter, Mary ? " he said. " Is it the hot weather ? " 

" No," said Mary; "but there 's strange things happenin' to us." 

" Has the sun given Dearest a headache ? " he inquired anxiously. 
But it was not that. When he reached his own house there 
was a coupe standing before the door, and some one was in the 
little parlor talking to his mamma. Mary hurried him upstairs and 
put on his best summer suit of cream-colored flannel, with the red 
scarf around his waist, and combed out his curly locks. 

" Lords, is it?" he heard her say. "An' the nobility an' gintry. 
Och ! bad cess to them ! Lords, indade worse luck." 

It was really very puzzling, but he felt sure his mamma would 
tell him what all the excitement meant, so he allowed Mary to 
bemoan herself without asking many questions. When he was 
dressed, he ran downstairs and went into the parlor. A tall, thin 



old gentleman with a sharp face was sitting in an arm-chair. His 
mother was standing near by with a pale face, and he saw that 
there were 
tears in her 

she cried 
out, and ran 
to her little 
boy and 
caught him 
in her arms 
and kissed 
him in a 
tro ubled 
way. "Oh! 
darling ! " 

The tall 
old gentle- 
man rose from his chair and looked at 
Cedric with his sharp eyes. He rubbed his thin chin with his bony 
hand as he looked. 

He seemed not at all displeased. 

"And so," he said at last, slowly, "and so this is little Lord 



HERE was never a more amazed little boy than Cedric during 
the week that followed ; there was never so strange or so 
unreal a week. In the first place, the story his mamma 
told him was a very curious one. He was obliged to hear it two or 
three times before he could understand it. He could not imagine 
what Mr. Hobbs would think of it. It began with earls : his grand- 
papa, whom he had never seen, was an earl ; and his eldest uncle, 
if he had not been killed by a fall from his horse, would have been 
an earl, too, in time ; and after his death, his other uncle would have 
been an earl, if he had not died suddenly, in Rome, of a fever. 
After that, his own papa, if he had lived, would have been an earl ; 
but, since they all had died and only Cedric was left, it appeared that 
he was to be an earl after his grandpapa's death and for the pres- 
ent he was Lord Fauntleroy. 

He turned quite pale when he was first told of it. 
" Oh ! Dearest ! " he said, " I should rather not be an earl. None 
of the boys are earls. Can't I not be one ? " 

But it seemed to be unavoidable. And when, that evening, 
they sat together by the open window looking out into the shabby 
street, he and his mother had a long talk about it. Cedric sat on 
his footstool, clasping one knee in his favorite attitude and wearing 
a bewildered little face rather red from the exertion of thinking. 
His grandfather had sent for him to come to England, and his 
mamma tho.ught he must go. 


" Because," she said, looking out of the window with sorrowful 
eyes, ' I know your papa would wish it to be so, Ceddie. He loved 
his home very much ; and there are many things to be thought of 
that a little boy can't quite understand. I should be a selfish little 
mother if I did not send you. When you are a man, you will see 

Ceddie shook his head mournfully. 

" I shall be very sorry to leave Mr. Hobbs," he said. " I 'm 
afraid he '11 miss me, and I shall miss him. And I shall miss them 

When Mr. Havisham who was the family lawyer of the Earl 
of Dorincourt, and who had been sent by him to bring Lord Faunt- 
leroy to England came the next day, Cedric heard many things. 
But, somehow, it did not console him to hear that he was to be a 
very rich man when he grew up, and that he would have castles 
here and castles there, and great parks and deep mines and grand 
estates and tenantry. He was troubled about his friend, Mr. Hobbs, 
and he went to see him at the store soon after breakfast, in great 
anxiety of mind. 

He found him reading the morning paper, and he approached 
him with a grave demeanor. He really felt it would be a great 
shock to Mr. Hobbs to hear what had befallen him, and on his way 
to the store he had been thinking how it would be best to break the 

" Hello ! " said Mr. Hobbs. " Mornin' ! " 

" Good-morning," said Cedric. 

He did not climb up on the high stool as usual, but sat down on 
a cracker-box and clasped his knee, and was so silent for a few 
moments that Mr. Hobbs finally looked up inquiringly over the top 
of his newspaper. 

" Hello ! " he said again. 


Cedric gathered all his strength of mind together. 

" Mr. Hobbs," he said, "do you remember what we were talking 
about yesterday morning ? " 

" Well," replied Mr. Hobbs, "seems to me it was England." 

"Yes," said Cedric; "but just when Mary came for me, you 
know ? " 

Mr. Hobbs rubbed the back of his head. 

" We was mentioning Queen Victoria and the aristocracy." 

"Yes," said Cedric, rather hesitatingly, "and and earls; don't 
you know ? " 

" Why, yes," returned Mr. Hobbs ; " we did touch 'em up a little ; 
that 's so ! " 

Cedric flushed up to the curly bang on his forehead. Nothing 
so embarrassing as this had ever happened to him in his life. He 
was a little afraid that it might be a trifle embarrassing to Mr. 
Hobbs, too. 

" You said," he proceeded, " that you would n't have them sitting 
'round on your cracker-barrels." 

" So I did ! " returned Mr. Hobbs, stoutly. "And I meant it. 
Let 'em try it that 's all ! " 

" Mr. Hobbs," said Cedric, "one is sitting on this box now ! " 
Mr. Hobbs almost jumped out of his chair. 

" What ! " he exclaimed. 

" Yes," Cedric announced, with due modesty ; "/ am one or I 
am going to be. I wont deceive you." 

Mr. Hobbs looked agitated. He rose up suddenly and went to 
look at the thermometer. 

" The mercury 's got into your head ! " he exclaimed, turning back 
to examine his young friend's countenance. " It is a hot day ! 
How do you feel? Got any pain? When did you begin to feel 
that way ? " 



He put his big hand on the little boy's hair. This was more 
embarrassing than ever. 

"Thank you," said Ceddie ; "I 'm all right. There is nothing 
the matter with my head. I 'm sorry to say it 's true, Mr. Hobbs. 
That was what Mary came to take me home for. Mr. Havisham 
was telling my mamma, and he is a lawyer." 

Mr. Hobbs sank into his chair and mopped his forehead with 
his handkerchief. 

" One of us has got a sunstroke ! " he exclaimed. 
"No," returned Cedric, "we have n't. We shall have to make 
the best of it, Mr. Hobbs. Mr. Havisham came all the way from 
England to tell us about it. My grandpapa sent him." 

Mr. Hobbs stared wildly at the innocent, serious little face 
before him. 

" Who is your grandfather? " he asked. 

Cedric put his hand in his pocket and carefully drew out a piece 
of paper, on which something was written in his own round, irregular 

" I could n't easily remember it, so I wrote it down on this," he 
said. And he read aloud slowly: "'John Arthur Molyneux Errol, 
Earl of Dorincourt.' That is his name, and he lives in a castle in 
two or three castles, I think. And my papa, who died, was his 
youngest son ; and I should n't have been a lord or an earl if my 
papa had n't died ; and my papa would n't have been an earl if his 
two brothers had n't died. But they all died, and there is no one 
but me, no boy, and so I have to be one ; and my grandpapa has 
sent for me to come to England." 

Mr. Hobbs seemed to grow hotter and hotter. He mopped 
his forehead and his bald spot and breathed hard. He began to see 
that something very remarkable had happened ; but when he looked 
at the little boy sitting on the cracker-box, with the innocent, anxious 


expression in his childish eyes, and saw that he was not changed at 
all, but was simply as he had been the day before, just a handsome, 
cheerful, brave little fellow in a blue suit and red neck-ribbon, 
all this information about the nobility bewildered him. He was all 
the more bewildered because Cedric gave it with such ingenuous 
simplicity, and plainly without realizing himself how stupendous 
it was. 

" Wha what did you say your name was?" Mr. Hobbs inquired. 

" It 's Cedric Errol, Lord Fauntleroy," answered Cedric. "That 
was what Mr. Havisham called me. He said when I went into the 
room : 'And so this is little Lord Fauntleroy ! ' ' 

" Well," said Mr. Hobbs, ."I '11 be jiggered ! " 

This was an exclamation he always used when he was very 
much astonished or excited. He could think of nothing else to say 
just at that puzzling moment. 

Cedric felt it to be quite a proper and suitable ejaculation. His 
respect and affection for Mr. Hobbs were so great that he admired 
and approved of all his remarks. He had not seen enough of 
society as yet to make him realize that sometimes Mr. Hobbs was 
not quite conventional. He knew, of course, that he was different 
from his mamma, but, then, his mamma was a lady, and he had an 
idea that ladies were always different from gentlemen. 
He looked at Mr. Hobbs wistfully. 

" England is a long way off, is n't it? " he asked. 

" It's across the Atlantic Ocean," Mr. Hobbs answered. 

" That 's the worst of it," said Cedric. " Perhaps I shall not 
see you again for a long time. I don't like to think of that, Mr. 

" The best of friends must part," said Mr. Hobbs. 

"Well," said Cedric, "we have been friends for a great many 
years, have n't we ? " 


" Ever since you was born," Mr. Hobbs answered. " You was 
about six weeks old when you was first walked out on this street." 

" Ah," remarked Cedric, with a sigh, " I never thought I should 
have to be an earl then ! " 

" You think," said Mr. Hobbs, " there 's no getting out of it ?." 

" I 'm afraid not," answered Cedric. " My mamma says that my 
papa would wish me to do it. But if I have to be an earl, there 's 
one thing I can do : I can try to be a good one. I 'm not going to 
be a tyrant. And if there is ever to be another war with America, 
I shall try to stop it." 

His conversation with Mr. Hobbs was a long and serious one. 
Once having got over the first shock, Mr. Hobbs was not so rancor- 
ous as might have been expected ; he endeavored to resign himself 
to the situation, and before the interview was at an end he had 
asked a great many questions. As Cedric could answer but few of 
them, he endeavored to answer them himself, and, being fairly 
launched on the subject of earls and marquises and lordly estates, 
explained many things in a way which would probably have aston- 
ished Mr. Havisham, could that gentleman have heard it. 

But then there were many things which astonished Mr. Hav- 
isham. He had spent all his life in England, and was not accus- 
tomed to American people and American habits. He had been 
connected professionally with the family of the Earl of Dorincourt 
for nearly forty years, and he knew all about its grand estates and 
its great wealth and importance ; and, in a cold, business-like way, 
he felt an interest in this little boy, who, in the future, was to be the 
master and owner of them all, the future Earl of Dorincourt. He 
had known all about the old Earl's disappointment in his elder sons 
and all about his fierce rage at Captain Cedric's American marriage, 
and he knew how he still hated the gentle little widow and would 
not speak of her except with bitter and cruel words. He insisted 


that she was only a common American girl, who had entrapped his 
son into marrying her because she knew he was an earl's son. The 
old lawyer himself had more than half believed this was all true. 
He had seen a great many selfish, mercenary people in his life, and 
he had not a good opinion of Americans. When he had been 
driven into the cheap street, and his coupe had stopped before the 
cheap, small house, he had felt actually shocked. It seemed really 
quite dreadful to think that the future owner of Dorincourt Castle and 
Wyndham Towers and Chorlworth, and all the other stately splen- 
dors, should have been born and brought up in an insignificant house 
in a street with a sort of green -grocery at the corner. He wondered 
what kind of a child he would be, and what kind of a mother he had. 
He rather shrank from seeing them both. He had a sort of pride 
in the noble family whose legal affairs he had conducted so long, 
and it would have annoyed him very much to have found himself 
obliged to manage a woman who would seem to him a vulgar, money- 
loving person, with no respect for her dead husband's country and 
the dignity of his name. It was a very old name and a very splen- 
did one, and Mr. Havisham had a great respect for it himself, though 
he was only a cold, keen, business-like old lawyer. 

When Mary handed him into the small parlor, he looked around it 
critically. It was plainly furnished, but it had a home-like look ; there 
were no cheap, common ornaments, and no cheap, gaudy pictures ; the 
few adornments on the walls were in good taste, and about the room 
were many pretty things which a woman's hand might have made. 

" Not at all bad so far," he had said to himself; "but perhaps the 
Captain's taste predominated." But when Mrs. Errol came into the 
room, he began to think she herself might have had something to 
do with it. If he had not been quite a self-contained and stiff old 
gentleman, he would probably have started when he saw her. She 
looked, in the simple black dress, fitting closely to her slender figure, 


more like a young girl than the mother of a boy of seven. She had 
a pretty, sorrowful, young face, and a very tender, innocent look in 
her large brown eyes, the sorrowful look that had never quite left 
her face since her husband had died. Cedric was used to seeing it 
there ; the only times he had ever seen it fade out had been when 
he was playing with her or talking to her, and had said some old- 
fashioned thing, or used some long word he had picked up out of 
the newspapers or in his conversations with Mr. Hobbs. He was 
fond of using long words, and he was always pleased when they 
made her laugh, though he could not understand why they were 
laughable ; they were quite serious matters with him. The lawyer's 
experience taught him to read people's characters very shrewdly, 
and as soon as he saw Cedric's mother he knew that the old Earl 
had made a great mistake in thinking her a vulgar, mercenary 
woman. Mr. Havisham had never been married, he had never 
even been in love, but he divined that this pretty young creature 
with the sweet voice and sad eyes had married Captain Errol 
only because she loved him with all her affectionate heart, and that 
she had never once thought it an advantage that he was an earl's son. 
And he saw he should have no trouble with her, and he began to 
feel that perhaps little Lord Fauntleroy might not be such a trial 
to his noble family, after all. The Captain had been a handsome 
fellow, and the young mother was very pretty, and perhaps the boy 
might be well enough to look at. 

When he first told Mrs. Errol what he had come for, she turned 
very pale. 

"Oh!" she said; "will he have to be taken away from me? 
We love each other so much ! He is such a happiness to me ! He 
is all I have. I have tried to be a good mother to him." And her 
sweet young voice trembled, and the tears rushed into her eyes. 
" You do not know what he has been to me ! " she said. 


The lawyer cleared his throat. 

" I am obliged to tell you," he said, " that the Earl of Dorincourt 
is not is not very friendly toward you. He is an old man, and 
his prejudices are very strong. He has always especially disliked 
America and Americans, and was very much enraged by his son's 
marriage. I am sorry to be the bearer of so unpleasant a communi- 
cation, but he is very fixed in his determination not to see you. 
His plan is that Lord Fauntleroy shall be educated under his own 
supervision ; that he shall live with him. The Earl is attached to 
Dorincourt Castle, and spends a great deal of time there. He is a 
victim to inflammatory gout, and is not fond of London. Lord 
Fauntleroy will, therefore, be likely to live chiefly at Dorincourt. 
The Earl offers you as a home Court Lodge, which is situated 
pleasantly, and is not very far from the castle. He also offers you 
a suitable income. Lord Fauntleroy will be permitted to visit you ; 
the only stipulation is, that you shall not visit him or enter the park 
gates. You see you will not be really separated from your son, and 
I assure you, madam, the terms are not so harsh as as they might 
have been. The advantage of such surroundings and education as 
Lord Fauntleroy will have, I am sure you must see, will be very 

He felt a little uneasy lest she should begin to cry or make a 
scene, as he knew some women would have done. It embarrassed 
and annoyed him to see women cry. 

But she did not. She went to the window and stood with her 
face turned away for a few moments, and he saw she was trying to 
steady herself. 

" Captain Errol was very fond of Dorincourt," she said at last. 
" He loved England, and everything English. It was always a 
grief to him that he was parted from his home. He was proud of 
his home, and of his name. He would wish- I know he would wish 


that his son should know the beautiful old places, and be brought 
up in such a way as would be suitable to his future position." 

Then she came back to the table and stood looking up at Mr. 
Havisham very gently. 

" My husband would wish it," she said. " It will be best for my 
little boy. I know I am sure the Earl would not be so unkind as 
to try to teach him not to love me; and I know even if he 
tried that my little boy is too much like his father to be harmed. 
He has a warm, faithful nature, and a true heart. He would love 
me even if he did not see me ; and so long as we may see each 
other, I ought not to suffer very much." 

" She thinks very little of herself," the lawyer thought. " She 
does not make any terms for herself." 

" Madam," he said aloud, " I respect your consideration for your 
son. He will thank you for it when he is a man. I assure you 
Lord Fauntleroy will be most carefully guarded, and every effort 
will be used to insure his happiness. The Earl of Dorincourt 
will be as anxious for his comfort and well-being as you yourself 
could be." 

" I hope," said the tender little mother, in a rather broken voice, 
" that his grandfather will love Ceddie. The little boy has a very 
affectionate nature ; and he has always been loved." 

Mr. Havisham cleared his throat again. He could not quite 
imagine the gouty, fiery-tempered old Earl loving any one very 
much ; but he knew it would be to his interest to be kind, in his 
irritable way, to the child who was to be his heir. He knew, too, 
that if Ceddie were at all a credit to his name, his grandfather would 
be proud of him. 

" Lord Fauntleroy will be comfortable, I am sure," he replied. 
''It was with a view to his happiness that the Earl desired that you 
should be near enough to him to see him frequently." 


He did not think it would be discreet to repeat the exact words 
the Earl had used, which were in fact neither polite nor amiable. 

Mr. Havisham preferred to express his noble patron's offer in 
smoother and more courteous language. 

He had another slight shock when Mrs. Errol asked Mary to 
find her little boy and bring him to her, and Mary told her where 
he was. 

"Sure I '11 foind him aisy enough, ma'am," she said; "for it's 
wid Mr. Hobbs he is this minnit, settin' on his high shtool by the 
counther an' talkin' pollytics, most loikely, or enj'yin' hisself among 
the soap an' candles an' pertaties, as sinsible an' shwate as ye 

" Mr. Hobbs has known him all his life," Mrs. Errol said to the 
lawyer. " He is very kind to Ceddie, and there is a great friendship 
between them." 

Remembering the glimpse he had caught of the store as he 
passed it, and having a recollection of the barrels of potatoes and 
apples and the various odds and ends, Mr. Havisham felt his doubts 
arise again. In England, gentlemen's sons did not make friends of 
grocerymen, and it seemed to him a rather singular proceeding. It 
would be very awkward if the child had bad manners and a disposi- 
tion to like low company. One of the bitterest humiliations of the 
old Earl's life had been that his two elder sons had been fond of low 
company. Could it be, he thought, that this boy shared their bad 
qualities instead of his father's good qualities ? 

He was thinking uneasily about this as he talked to Mrs. Errol 
until the child came into the room. When the door opened, he 
actually hesitated a moment before looking at Cedric. It would, 
perhaps, have seemed very queer to a great many people who knew 
him, if they could have known the curious sensations that passed 
through Mr. Havisham when he looked down at the boy, who ran 


into his mother's arms. He experienced a revulsion of feeling which 
was quite exciting. He recognized in an instant that here was one 
of the finest and handsomest little fellows he had ever seen. His 
beauty was something unusual. He had a strong, lithe, graceful 
little body and a manly little face ; he held his childish head up, and 
carried himself with a brave air; he was so like his father that 
it was really startling ; he had his father's golden hair and his 
mother's brown eyes, but there was nothing sorrowful or timid in 
them. They were innocently fearless eyes ; he looked as if he had 
never feared or doubted anything in his life. 

" He is the best-bred-looking and handsomest little fellow I ever 
saw," was what Mr. Havisham thought. What he said aloud was 
simply, "And so this is little Lord Fauntleroy." 

And, after this, the more he saw of little Lord Fauntleroy, the 
more of a surprise he found him. He knew very little about chil- 
dren, though he had seen plenty of them in England fine, hand- 
some, rosy girls and boys, who were strictly taken care of by their 
tutors and governesses, and who were sometimes shy, and sometimes 
a trifle boisterous, but never very interesting to a ceremonious, rigid 
old lawyer. Perhaps his personal interest in little Lord Fauntleroy 's 
fortunes made him notice Ceddie more than he had noticed other 
children ; but, however that was, he certainly found himself noticing 
him a great deal. 

Cedric did not know he was being observed, and he only 
behaved himself in his ordinary manner. He shook hands with Mr. 
Havisham in his friendly way when they were introduced to each 
other, and he answered all his questions with the unhesitating readi- 
ness with which he answered Mr. Hobbs. He was neither shy nor 
bold, and when Mr. Havisham was talking to his mother, the lawyer 
noticed that he listened to the conversation with as much interest as 
if he had been quite grown up. 


" He seems to be a very mature little fellow," Mr. Havisham said 
to the mother. 

" I think he is, in some things," she answered. " He has always 
been very quick to learn, and he has lived a great deal with grown- 
up people. He has a funny little habit of using long words and 
expressions he has read in books, or has heard others use, but he is 
very fond of childish play. I think he is rather clever, but he is a 
very boyish little boy, sometimes." 

The next time Mr. Havisham met him, he saw that this last was 
quite true. As his coupe turned the corner, he caught sight of a 
group of small boys, who were evidently much excited. Two of 
them were about to run a race, and one of them was his young lord- 
ship, and he was shouting and making as much noise as the noisiest 
of his companions. He stood side by side with another boy, one 
little red leg advanced a step. 

" One, to make ready ! " yelled the starter. " Two, to be steady. 
Three and away ! " 

Mr. Havisham found himself leaning out of the window of his 
coupe with a curious feeling of interest. He really never remem- 
bered having seen anything quite like the way in which his lordship's 
lordly little red legs flew up behind his knickerbockers and tore over 
the ground as he shot out in the race at the signal word. He shut 
his small hands and set his face against the wind ; his bright hair 
streamed out behind. 

" Hooray, Ced Errol !" all the boys shouted, dancing and shriek- 
ing with excitement. " Hooray, Billy Williams ! Hooray, Ceddie ! 
Hooray, Billy ! Hooray ! 'Ray ! 'Ray ! " 

" I really believe he is going to win," said Mr. Havisham. The 
way in which the red legs flew and flashed up and down, the shrieks 
of the boys, the wild efforts of Billy Williams, whose brown legs 
were not to be despised, as they followed closely in the rear of the 


red legs, made him feel some excitement. "I really I really can't 
help hoping he will win ! " he said, with an apologetic sort of cough. 
At that moment, the wildest yell of all went up from the dancing, 
hopping boys. With one last frantic leap the future Earl of Dorin- 
court had reached the lamp-post at the end of 
the block and touched it, just two seconds be- 
fore Billy Williams flung himself at it, panting. 
" Three cheers for Ceddie Errol ! " yelled 
the little boys. " Hooray for Ceddie Errol ! " 

Mr. Havisham drew his head in at the 
window of his coupe and leaned back with 
a dry smile. 

" Bravo, Lord Fauntleroy ! " he said. 

As his carriage stopped before the door 
of Mrs. Errol's house, the victor and the 
vanquished were coming toward it, attended 
by the clamoring crew. Cedric walked by 
Billy Williams and was speaking to him. His 
elated little face was very red, his curls clung 
to his hot, moist forehead, his hands were in 
his pockets. 

" You see," he was saying, evidently with the intention of making 
defeat easy for his unsuccessful rival, " I guess I won because my 
legs are a little longer than yours. I guess that was it. You see, 
I 'm three days older than you, and that gives me a 'vantage. I 'm 
three days older." 

And this view of the case seemed to cheer Billy Williams so 
much that he began to smile on the world again, and felt able to 
swagger a little, almost as if he had won the race instead of losing 
it. Somehow, Ceddie Errol had a way of making people feel com- 
fortable. Even in the first flush of his triumphs, he remembered 


that the person who was beaten might not feel so gay as he did, and 
might like to think that he might have been the winner under differ- 
ent circumstances. 

That morning Mr. Havisham had quite a long conversation with 
the winner of the race a conversation which made him smile his 
dry smile, and rub his chin with his bony hand several times. 

Mrs. Errol had been called out of the parlor, and the lawyer 
and Cedric were left together. At first Mr. Havisham wondered 
what he should say to his small companion. He had an idea that 
perhaps it would be best to say several things which might prepare 
Cedric for meeting his grandfather, and, perhaps, for the great 
change that was to come to him. He could see that Cedric had not 
the least idea of the sort of thing he was to see when he reached 
England, or of the sort of home that waited for him there. He did 
not even know yet that his mother was not to live in the same house 
with him. They had thought it best to let him get over the first 
shock before telling him. 

Mr. Havisham sat in an arm-chair on one side of the open win- 
dow ; on the other side was another still larger chair, and Cedric 
sat in that and looked at Mr. Havisham. He sat well back in the 
depths of his big seat, his curly head against the cushioned back, his 
legs crossed, and his hands thrust deep into his pockets, in a quite 
Mr. Hobbs-like way. He had been watching Mr. Havisham very 
steadily when his mamma had been in the room, and after she was 
gone he still looked at him in respectful thoughtfulness. There was 
a short silence after Mrs. Errol went out, and Cedric seemed to be 
studying Mr. Havisham, and Mr. Havisham was certainly studying 
Cedric. He could not make up his mind as to what an elderly 
gentleman should say to a little boy who won races, and wore 
short knickerbockers and red stockings on legs which were not 
long enough to hang over a big chair when he sat well back in it. 


But Cedric relieved him by suddenly beginning the conversation 

" Do you know," he said, " I don't know what an earl is? " 

" Don't you? " said Mr. Havisham. 

" No," replied Ceddie. "And I think when a boy is going to be 
one, he ought to know. Don't you ? " 

" Well yes," answered Mr. Havisham. 

"Would you mind," said Ceddie respectfully "would you mind 
'splaining it to me ? " (Sometimes when he used his long words he 
did not pronounce them quite correctly.) " What made him an 

" A king or queen, in the first place," said Mr. Havisham. 
" Generally, he is made an earl because he has done some service to 
his sovereign, or some great deed." 

" Oh ! " said Cedric ; " that 's like the President." 

" Is it?" said Mr. Havisham. " Is that why your presidents are 
elected ? " 

" Yes," answered Ceddie cheerfully. " When a man is very good 
and knows a great deal, he is elected president. They have torch- 
light processions and bands, and everybody makes speeches. I used 
to think I might perhaps be a president, but I never thought of being 
an earl. I did n't know about earls," he said, rather hastily, lest Mr. 
Havisham might feel it impolite in him not to have wished to be 
one, " if I 'd known about them, I dare say I should have thought 
I should like to be one." 

M It is rather different from being a president," said Mr. Havisham. 

"Is it?" asked Cedric. "How? Are there no torch-light 
processions ? " 

Mr. Havisham crossed his own legs and put the tips of his 
fingers carefully together. He thought perhaps the time had come 
to explain matters rather more clearly. 


" An earl is is a very important person," he began. 

" So is a president !" put in Ceddie. "The torch-light proces- 
sions are five miles long, and they shoot up rockets, and the band 

plays! Mr. Hobbs 
took me to see 

" An earl," Mr. 
Havisham went 
on, feeling rather 
uncertain of his 
ground, " is fre- 
quently of very 
ancient lineage 

"What's that?" 
asked Ceddie. 

" Of very old 
family extreme- 
ly old." 

"Ah!" said 
Cedric, thrusting 
his hands deeper 
into his pockets. 
" I suppose that 
is the way with 

the apple-woman near the park. I dare say she is of ancient lin- 
lenage. She is so old it would surprise you how she can stand up. 
She 's a hundred, I should think, and yet she is out there when it 
rains, even. I 'm sorry for her, and so are the other boys. Billy 
Williams once had nearly a dollar, and I asked him to buy five cents' 
worth of apples from her every day until he had spent it all. That 



made twenty days, and he grew tired of apples after a week ; but 
then it was quite fortunate a gentleman gave me fifty cents and 
I bought apples from her instead. You feel sorry for any one that 's 
so poor and has such ancient lin-lenage. She says hers has gone 
into her bones and the rain makes it worse." 

Mr. Havisham felt rather at a loss as he looked at his com- 
panion's innocent, serious little face. 

" I am afraid you did not quite understand me," he explained. 
"When I said 'ancient lineage' I did not mean old age; I meant 
that the name of such a family has been known in the world a long 
time ; perhaps for hundreds of years persons bearing that name have 
been known and spoken of in the history of their country." 

" Like George Washington," said Ceddie. '" I Ve heard of him 
ever since I was born, and he was known about, long before that. 
Mr. Hobbs says he will never be forgotten. That 's because of the 
Declaration of Independence, you know, and the Fourth of July. 
You see, he was a very brave man." 

" The first Earl of Dorincourt," said Mr. Havisham solemnly, 
" was created an earl four hundred years ago." 

" Well, well ! " said Ceddie. " That was a long time ago ! Did 
you tell Dearest that ? It would int'rust her very much. We '11 tell 
her when she comes in. She always likes to hear cur'us things. 
What else does an earl do besides being created ? " 

" A great many of them have helped to govern England. Some 
of them have been brave men and have fought in great battles in 
the old days." 

" I should like to do that myself," said Cedric. " My papa was a 
soldier, and he was a very brave man as brave as George Wash- 
ington. Perhaps that was because he would have been an earl if he 
had n't died. I am glad earls are brave. That's a great Van- 
tage to be a brave man. Once I used to be rather afraid of 


things in the dark, you know; but when I thought about the 
soldiers in the Revolution and George Washington it cured me." 

" There is another advantage in being an earl, sometimes," said 
Mr. Havisham slowly, and he fixed his shrewd eyes on the little boy 
with a rather curious expression. " Some earls have a great deal 
of money." 

He was curious because he wondered if his young friend knew 
what the power of money was. 

" That 's a good thing to have," said Ceddie innocently. " I wish 
I had a great deal of money." 

" Do you ? " said Mr. Havisham. " And why ? " 

" Well," explained Cedric, " there are so many things a person 
can do with money. You see, there 's the apple-woman. If I were 
very rich I should buy her a little tent to put her stall in, and a little 
stove, and then I should give her a dollar every morning it rained, 
so that she could afford to stay at home. And then oh ! I 'd give 
her a shawl. And, you see, her bones would n't feel so badly. Her 
bones are not like our bones ; they hurt her when she moves. It 's 
very painful when your bones hurt you. If I were rich enough 
to do all those things for her, I guess her bones would be all 

"Ahem!" said Mr. Havisham. "And what else would you do 
if you were rich ? " 

" Oh ! I 'd do a great many things. Of course I should buy 
Dearest all sorts of beautiful things, needle-books and fans and gold 
thimbles and rings, and an encyclopedia, and a carriage, so that she 
need n't have to wait for the street-cars. If she liked pink silk 
dresses, I should buy her some, but she likes black best. But I 'd 
take her to the big stores, and tell her to look 'round and choose for 
herself. And then Dick " 

" Who is Dick ? " asked Mr. Havisham. 


" Dick is a boot-black," said his young lordship, quite warming 
up in his interest in plans so exciting. " He is one of the nicest 
boot-blacks you ever knew. He stands at the corner of a street 
down-town. I Ve known him for years. Once when I was very 
little, I was walking out with Dearest, and she bought me a beauti- 
ful ball that bounced, and I was carrying it and it bounced into the 
middle of the street where the carriages and horses were, and I was 
so disappointed, I began to cry I was very little. I had kilts on. 
And Dick was blacking a man's shoes, and he said ' Hello ! ' and he 
ran in between the horses and caught the ball for me and wiped it 
off with his coat and gave it to me and said, ' It 's all right, young 
un.' So Dearest admired him very much, and so did I, and ever 
since then, when we go down-town, we talk to him. He says 
' Hello ! ' and I say ' Hello ! ' and then we talk a little, and he tells 
me how trade is. It 's been bad lately." 

" And what would you like to do for him ?" inquired the lawyer, 
rubbing his chin and smiling a queer smile. 

" Well," said Lord Fauntleroy, settling himself in his chair with a 
business air, " I 'd buy Jake out." 

" And who is Jake? " Mr. Havisham asked. 

" He 's Dick's partner, and he is the worst partner a fellow 
could have ! Dick says so. He is n't a credit to the business, 
and he is n't square. He cheats, and that makes Dick mad. 
It would make you mad, you know, if you were blacking boots 
as hard as you could, and being square all the time, and your 
partner was n't square at all. People like Dick, but they don't 
like Jake, and so sometimes they don't come twice. So if I were 
rich, I 'd buy Jake out and get Dick a 'boss' sign he says a 
'boss' sign goes a long way; and I 'd get him some new clothes 
and new brushes, and start him out fair. He says all he wants is 
to start out fair." 



There could have been nothing more confiding and innocent 
than the way in which his small lordship told his little story, quoting 
his friend Dick's bits of slang in the most candid good faith. He 
seemed to feel not a shade of a doubt that his elderly companion 
would be just as interested as he was himself. And in truth Mr. 
Havisham was beginning to be greatly interested ; but perhaps .not 
quite so much in Dick and the apple-woman as in this kind little 
lordling, whose curly head was so busy, under its yellow thatch, with 
good-natured plans for his friends, and who seemed somehow to have 
forgotten himself altogether. 

" Is there anything " he began. "What would you get for 

yourself, if you were rich ? " 

" Lots of things!" answered Lord Fauntleroy briskly; "but first 
I 'd give Mary some money for Bridget that 's her sister, with 
twelve children, and a husband out of work. She comes here and 
cries, and Dearest gives her things in a basket, and then she cries 
again, and says : ' Blessin's be on yez, for a beautiful lady.' And I 
think Mr. Hobbs would like a gold watch and chain to remember me 
by, and a meerschaum pipe. And then I 'd like to get up a company." 

" A company ! " exclaimed Mr. Havisham. 

" Like a Republican rally," explained Cedric, becoming quite 
excited. " I 'd have torches and uniforms and things for all the boys 
and myself, too. And we 'd march, you know, and drill. That 's 
what I should like for myself, if I were rich." 
The door opened and Mrs. Errol came in. 

" I am sorry to have been obliged to leave you so long," she said 
to Mr. Havisham ; " but a poor woman, who is in great trouble, 
came to see me." 

' This young gentleman," said Mr. Havisham, " has been telling 
me about some of his friends, and what he would do for them if he 
were rich." 


"Bridget is one of his friends," said Mrs. Errol ; "and it is 
Bridget to whom I have been talking in the kitchen. She is in 
great trouble now because her husband has rheumatic fever." 

Cedric slipped down out of his big chair. 

" I think I '11 go and see her," he said, " and ask her how he is. 
He 's a nice man when he is well. I 'm obliged to him because he 
once made me a sword out of wood. He 's a very talented man." 

He ran out of the room, and Mr. Havisham rose from his chair. 
He seemed to have something in his mind which he wished to speak 
of. He hesitated a moment, and then said, looking down at Mrs. 
Errol : 

" Before I left Dorincourt Castle, I had an interview with the 
Earl, in which he gave me some instructions. He is desirous that 
his grandson should look forward with some pleasure to his future 
life in England, and also to his acquaintance with himself. He said 
that I must let his lordship know that the change in his life would 
bring him money and the pleasures children enjoy ; if he expressed 
any wishes, I was to gratify them, and to tell him that his grand- 
father had given him what he wished. I am aware that the Earl did 
not expect anything quite like this ; but if it would give Lord Faunt- 
leroy pleasure to assist this poor woman, I should feel that the Earl 
would be displeased if he were not gratified." 

For the second time, he did not repeat the Earl's exact words. 
His lordship had, indeed, said: 

" Make the lad understand that I can give him anything he 
wants. Let him know what it is to be the grandson of the Earl of 
Dorincourt. Buy him everything he takes a fancy to ; let him have 
money in his pockets, and tell him his grandfather put it there." 

His motives were far from being good, and if he had been 
dealing with a nature less affectionate and warm-hearted than little 
Lord Fauntleroy's, great harm might have been done. And Cedric's 


mother was too gentle to suspect any harm. She thought that per- 
haps this meant that a lonely, unhappy old man, whose children were 
dead, wished to be kind to her little boy, and win his love and confi- 
dence. And it pleased her very much to think that Ceddie would 
be able to help Bridget. It made her happier to know that the very 
first result of the strange fortune which had befallen her little boy 
was that he could do kind things for those who needed kindness. 
Quite a warm color bloomed on her pretty young face. 

" Oh ! " she said, " that was very kind of the Earl ; Cedric will be 
so glad ! He has always been fond of Bridget and Michael. They 
are quite deserving. I have often wished I had been able to help 
them more. Michael is a hard-working man when he is well, but 
he has been ill a long time and needs expensive medicines and warm 
clothing and nourishing food. He and Bridget will not be wasteful 
of what is given them." 

Mr. Havisham put his thin hand in his breast pocket and drew 
forth a large pocket-book. There was a queer look in his keen face. 
The truth was, he was wondering what the Earl of Dorinccurt would 
say when he was told what was the first wish of his grandson that 
had been granted. He wondered what the cross, worldly, selfish old 
nobleman would think cf it. 

" I do not know that you have realized," he said, "that the Earl 
of Dorincourt is an exceedingly rich man. He can afford to gratify 
any caprice. I think it would please him to know that Lord Faunt- 
leroy had been indulged in any fancy. If you will call him back and 
allow me, I shall give him five pounds for these people." 

" That would be twenty-five dollars ! " exclaimed Mrs. Errol. " It 
will seem like wealth to them. " I can scarcely believe that it is true." 

" It is quite true," said Mr. Havisham, with his dry smile. " A 
great change has taken place in your son's life, a great deal of power 
will lie in his hands." 


" Oh !" cried his mother. " And he is such a little boy a very 
little boy. How can I teach him to use it well ? It makes me half 
afraid. My pretty little Ceddie ! " 

The lawyer slightly cleared his throat. It touched his worldly, 
hard old heart to see the tender, timid look in her brown eyes. 

" I think, madam," he said, "that if I may judge from my inter- 
view with Lord Fauntleroy this morning, the next Earl of Dorin- 
court will think for others as well as for his noble self. He is only a 
child yet, but I think he may be trusted." 

Then his mother went for Cedric and brought him back into the 
parlor. Mr. Havisham heard him talking before he entered the room. 

"It's infam-natory rheumatism," he was saying, "and that's a 
kind of rheumatism that 's dreadful. And he thinks about the rent 
not being paid, and Bridget says that makes the inf'ammation worse. 
And Pat could get a place in a store if he had some clothes." 

His little face looked quite anxious when he came in. He was 
very sorry for Bridget. 

" Dearest said you wanted me," he said to Mr. Havisham. " I 've 
been talking to Bridget." 

Mr. Havisham looked down at him a moment. He felt a little 
awkward and undecided. As Cedric's mother had said, he was a 
very little boy. 

"The Earl of Dorincourt " he began, and then he glanced 

involuntarily at Mrs. Errol. 

Little Lord Fauntleroy's mother suddenly kneeled down by him 
and put both her tender arms around his childish body. 

" Ceddie," she said, " the Earl is your grandpapa, your own 
papa's father. He is very, very kind, and he loves you and wishes 
you to love him, because the sons who were his little boys are dead. 
He wishes you to be happy and to make other people happy. He is 
very rich, and he wishes you to have everything you would like to 


have. He told Mr. Havisham so, and gave him a great deal of 
money for you. You can give some to Bridget now ; enough to pay 
her rent and buy Michael everything. Is n't that fine, Ceddie ? 
Is n't he good ? " And she kissed the child on his round cheek, 
where the bright color suddenly flashed up in his excited amazement. 
He looked from his mother to Mr. Havisham. 

" Can I have it now ? " he cried. " Can I give it to her this 
minute ? She 's just going." 

Mr. Havisham handed him the money. It was in fresh, clean 
greenbacks and made a neat roll. 

Ceddie flew out of the room with it. 

" Bridget ! " they heard him shout, as he tore into the kitchen. 
" Bridget, wait a minute ! Here 's some money. It 's for you, and 
you can pay the rent. My grandpapa gave it to me. It 's for you 
and Michael ! " 

" Oh, Master Ceddie ! " cried Bridget, in an awe-stricken voice. 
" It 's twinty-foive dollars is here. Where be's the misthress ? " 

" I think I shall have to go and explain it to her," Mrs. Errol said. 
So she, too, went out of the room and Mr. Havisham was left 
alone for a while. He went to the window and stood looking out 
into the street reflectively. He was thinking of the old Earl of 
Dorincourt, sitting in his great, splendid, gloomy library at the 
castle, gouty and lonely, surrounded by grandeur and luxury, but 
not really loved by any one, because in all his long life he had never 
really loved any one but himself; he had been selfish and self-indul- 
gent and arrogant and passionate; he had cared so much for the 
Earl of Dorincourt and his pleasures that there had been no time for 
him to think of other people ; all his wealth and power, all the bene- 
fits from his noble name and high rank, had seemed to him to be 
things only to be used to amuse and give pleasure to the Earl of 
Dorincourt ; and now that he was an old man, all this excitement 


and self-indulgence had only brought him ill health and irritability 
and a dislike of the world, which certainly disliked him. In spite of 
all his splendor, there was never a more unpopular old nobleman 
than the Earl of Dorincourt, and there could scarcely have been a 
more lonely one. He could fill his castle with guests if he chose. 
He could give great dinners and splendid hunting parties ; but he 
knew that in secret the people who would accept his invitations were 
afraid of his frowning old face and sarcastic, biting speeches. He 
had a cruel tongue and a bitter nature, and he took pleasure in 
sneering at people and making them feel uncomfortable, when he had 
the power to do so, because they were sensitive or proud or timid. 

Mr. Havisham knew his hard, fierce ways by heart, and he was 
thinking of him as he looked out of the window into the narrow, 
quiet street. And there rose in his mind, in sharp contrast, the 
picture of the cheery, handsome little fellow sitting in the big chair 
and telling his story of his friends, Dick and the apple-woman, in 
his generous, innocent, honest way. And he thought of the immense 
income, the beautiful, majestic estates, the wealth, and power for 
good or evil, which in the course of time would lie in the small, 
chubby hands little Lord Fauntleroy thrust so deep into his pockets. 

" It will make a great difference," he said to himself. " It will 
make a great difference." 

Cedric and his mother came back soon after. Cedric was in high 
spirits. He sat down in his own chair, between his mother and the 
lawyer, and fell into one of his quaint attitudes, with his hands on his 
knees. He was glowing with enjoyment of Bridget's relief and rapture. 

" She cried ! " he said. " She said she was crying for joy ! I 
never saw any one cry for joy before. My grandpapa must be a 
very good man. I did n't know he was so good a man. It 's 
more more agreeabler to be an earl than I thought it was. I 'm 
almost glad I 'm almost quite glad I 'm going to be one." 


CEDRIC'S good opinion of the advantages of being an earl 
increased greatly during the next week. It seemed almost 
impossible for him to realize that there was scarcely anything 
he might wish to do which he could not do easily ; in fact, I think it 
may be said that he did not fully realize it at all. But at least he 
understood, after a few conversations with Mr. Havisham, that he 
could gratify all his nearest wishes, and he proceeded to gratify 
them with a simplicity and delight which caused Mr. Havisham much 
diversion. In the week before they sailed for England he did many 
curious things. The lawyer long after remembered the morning 
they went down-town together to pay a visit to Dick, and the after- 
noon they so amazed the apple-woman of ancient lineage by stop- 
ping before her stall and telling her she was to have a tent, and a 
stove, and a shawl, and a sum of money which seemed to her quite 

" For I have to go to England and be a lord," explained Cedric, 
sweet-temperedly. " And I should n't like to have your bones on 
my mind every time it rained. My own bones never hurt, so I think 
I don't know how painful a person's bones can be, but I Ve sympa- 
thized with you a great deal, and I hope you '11 be better." 

" She 's a very good apple-woman," he said to Mr. Havisham, as 
they walked away, leaving the proprietress of the stall almost gasp- 
ing for breath, and not at all believing in her great fortune. " Once, 


when I fell down and cut my knee, she gave me an apple fcr noth- 
ing. I Ve always remembered her for it. You know you always 
remember people who are kind to you." 

It had never occurred to his honest, simple little mind that there 
were people who could forget 

The interview with Dick 
was quite exciting. Dick had 
just been having a great deal of 
trouble with Jake, and was in 
low spirits when they saw him. 
His amazement when Cedric 
calmly announced that they had 
come to give him what seemed a 
very great thing to him, and would 
set all his troubles right, almost 
struck him dumb. Lord Faunt- 
leroy's manner cf announcing 
the object of his visit was very 
simple and unceremonious. Mr. 
Havisham was much impressed 
by its directness as he stood by 
and listened. The statement that 
his old friend had become a lord, 
and was in danger cf being an 
earl if he lived long enough, 
caused Dick to so open his eyes 

, , , , , . 

and mouth, and start, that his 

cap fell off. When he picked 

it up, he uttered a rather singular exclamation. Mr. Havisham 

thought it singular, but Cedric had heard it before. 




" I soy ! " he said, " what 're yer givin' us ? " This plainly embar- 
rassed his lordship a little, but he bore himself bravely. 

" Everybody thinks it not true at first," he said. " Mr. Hobbs 
thought I 'd had a sunstroke. I did n't think I was going to like it 
myself, but I like it better now I 'm used to it. The one who is the 
earl now, he 's my grandpapa ; and he wants me to do anything I 
like. He 's very kind, if he is an earl ; and he sent me a lot of 
money by Mr. Havisham, and I Ve brought some to you to buy 
Jake out." 

And the end of the matter was that Dick actually bought Jake 
out, and found himself the possessor of the business and some new 
brushes and a most astonishing sign and outfit. He could not 
believe in his good luck any more easily than the apple-woman of 
ancient lineage could believe in hers ; he walked about like a boot- 
black in a dream ; he stared at his young benefactor and felt as if he 
might wake up at any moment. He scarcely seemed to realize any- 
thing until Cedric put out his hand to shake hands with him before 
going away. 

" Well, good-bye," he said ; and though he tried to speak steadily, 
there was a little tremble in his voice and he winked his big brown 
eyes. " And I hope trade '11 be good. I 'm sorry I 'm going away 
to leave you, but perhaps I shall come back again when I 'm an earl. 
And I wish you 'd write to me, because we were always good friends. 
And if you write to me, here 's where you must send your letter." 
And he gave him a slip of paper. " And my name is n't Cedric 
Errol any more ; it 's Lord Fauntleroy and and good-bye, Dick." 

Dick winked his eyes also, and yet they looked rather moist 
about the lashes. He was not an educated boot-black, and he would 
have found it difficult to tell what he felt just then if he had tried ; 
perhaps that was why he did n't try, and only winked his eyes and 
swallowed a lump in his throat. 


" I wish ye was n't goin' away," he said in a husky voice. Then 
he winked his eyes again. Then he looked at Mr. Havisham, and 
touched his cap, l< Thanky, sir, fur bringin' him down here an' fur 
wot ye Ve done, He 's he 's a queer little feller," he added. 
"I Ve allers thort a heap of him. He 's such a game little feller, 
an' an' such a queer little un." 

And when they turned away he stood and looked after them 
in a dazed kind of way, and there was still a mist in his eyes, and a 
lump in his throat, as he watched the gallant little figure marching 
gayly along by the side of its tall, rigid escort. 

Until the day of his departure, his lordship spent as much time 
as possible with Mr. Hobbs in the store. Gloom had settled upon 
Mr. Hobbs ; he was much depressed in spirits. When his young friend 
brought to him in triumph the parting gift of a gold watch and chain, 
Mr. Hobbs found it difficult to acknowledge it properly. He laid the 
case on his stout knee, and blew his nose violently several times. 

"There's something written on it," said Cedric, "inside the 
case. I told the man myself what to say. ' From his oldest friend, 
Lord Fauntleroy, to Mr. Hobbs. When this you see, remember me.' 
I don't want you to forget me." 

Mr. Hobbs blew his nose very loudly again. 

" I sha'n't forget you," he said, speaking a trifle huskily, as Dick 
had spoken ; " nor don't you go and forget me when you get among 
the British arrystocracy." 

" I should n't forget you, whoever I was among," answered his 
lordship. "I Ve spent my happiest hours with you ; at least, some 
of my happiest hours. I hope you '11 come to see me sometime. 
I 'm sure my grandpapa would be very much pleased. Perhaps he '11 
write and ask you, when I tell him about you. You you would n't 
mind his being an earl, would you ? I mean you would n't stay 
away just because he was one, if he invited you to come ? " 


" I 'd come to see you," replied Mr. Hobbs, graciously. 

So it seemed to be agreed that if he received a pressing invita- 
tion from the earl to come and spend a few months at Dorincourt 
Castle, he was to lay aside his republican prejudices and pack his 
valise at once. 

At last all the preparations were complete ; the day came when 
the trunks were taken to the steamer, and the hour arrived when the 
carriage stood at the door. Then a curious feeling of loneliness 
came upon the little boy. His mamma had been shut up in her 
room for some time ; when she came down the stairs, her eyes looked 
large and wet, and her sweet mouth was trembling. Cedric went to 
her, and she bent down to him, and he put his arms around her, and 
they kissed each other. He knew something made them both sorry, 
though he scarcely knew what it was ; but one tender little thought 
rose to his lips. 

" We liked this little house, Dearest, did n't we ? " he said. " We 
always will like it, wont we ? " 

" Yes yes," she answered, in a low, sweet voice. " Yes, 

And then they went into the carriage and Cedric sat very close 
to her, and as she looked back out of the window, he looked at her 
and stroked her hand and held it close. 

And then, it seemed almost directly, they were on the steamer 
in the midst of the wildest bustle and confusion ; carriages were 
driving down and leaving passengers ; passengers were getting into 
a state of excitement about baggage which had not arrived and 
threatened to be too late ; big trunks and cases were being bumped 
down and dragged about ; sailors were uncoiling ropes and hurrying 
to and fro ; officers were giving orders ; ladies and gentlemen and 
children and nurses were coming on board, some were laughing 
and looked gay, some were silent and sad, here and there two or 



three were crying and touching their eyes with their handkerchiefs. 
Cedric found something to interest him on every side ; he looked at 
the piles of rope, at the furled sails, at the tall, tall masts which 
seemed almost to touch the hot blue sky ; he began to make plans 
for conversing with the sailors and gaining some information en the 
subject of pirates. 

It was just at the very last, when he was standing leaning on 
the railing of the upper deck and watching the final preparations, 
enjoying the excitement and the shouts of the sailors and wharfmen, 
that his attention was called to a slight bustle in one of the groups 
not far from him. Some one was hurriedly forcing his way through 
this group and coming toward him. It was a boy, with something 
red in his hand. It was Dick. He came up to Cedric quite 

" I Ve run all the way," he said. " I Ve come down to see ye off. 
Trade 's been prime ! I bought this for ye out o' what I made 
yesterday. Ye kin wear it when ye get among the swells. I lost 
the paper when I was tryin' to get through them fellers downstairs. 
They did n't want to let me up. It 's a hankercher." 

He poured it all forth as if in one sentence. A bell rang, and 
he made a leap away before Cedric had time to speak. 

"Good-bye!" he panted. "Wear it when ye get among the 
swells." And he darted off and was gone. 

A few seconds later they saw him struggle through the crowd 
on the lower deck, and rush on shore just before the gang-plank was 
drawn in. He stood on the wharf and waved his cap. 

Cedric held the handkerchief in his hand. It was of bright red 
silk ornamented with purple horseshoes and horses' heads. 

There was a great straining and creaking and confusion. The 
people on the wharf began to shout to their friends, and the people 
on the steamer shouted back : 

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" Good-bye ! Good-bye ! Good-bye, ' old fellow ! " Every one 
seemed to be saying, " Don't forget us. Write when you get to 
Liverpool. Good-bye ! Good-bye ! " 

Little Lord Fauntleroy leaned forward and waved the red 

" Good-bye, Dick ! " he shouted, lustily. " Thank you ! Good- 
bye, Dick ! " 

And the big steamer moved away, and the people cheered 
again, and Cedric's mother drew the veil over her eyes, and on the 
shore there was left great confusion; but Dick saw nothing save that 
bright, childish face and the bright hair that the sun shone on and 
the breeze lifted, and he heard nothing but the hearty childish voice 
calling " Good-bye, Dick ! " as little Lord Fauntleroy steamed slowly 
away from the home of his birth to the unknown land of his ancestors. 


IT was during the voyage that Cedric's mother told him that his 
home was not to be hers ; and when he first understood it, his 
grief was so great that Mr. Havisham saw that the Earl had 
been wise in making the arrangements that his mother should be 
quite near him, and see him often ; for it was very plain he could 
not have borne the separation otherwise. But his mother managed 
the little fellow so sweetly and lovingly, and made him feel that she 
would be so near him, that, after a while, he ceased to be oppressed 
by the fear of any real parting. 

" My house is not far from the Castle, Ceddie," she repeated each 
time the subject was referred to " a very little way from yours, and 
you can always run in and see me every day, and you will have so 
many things to tell me ! and we shall be so happy together ! It is a 
beautiful place. Your papa has often told me about it. He Joyed 
it very much ; and you will love it too." 

" I should love it better if you were there," his small lordship said, 
with a heavy little sigh. 

He could not but feel puzzled by so strange a state of affairs, 
which could put his "Dearest" in one house and himself in another. 
The fact was that Mrs. Errol had thought it better not to tell 
him why this plan had been made. 

" I should prefer he should not be told," she said to Mr. Hav- 
isham. "He would not really understand; he would only be 
shocked and hurt ; and I feel sure that his feeling for the Earl will 

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be a more natural and affectionate one if he does not know that his 
grandfather dislikes me so bitterly. He has never seen hatred or 
hardness, and it would be a great blow to him to find out that any 
one could hate me. He is so loving himself, and I am so dear to 
him! It is better for him that he should not be told until he is much 
older, and it is far better for the Earl. It would make a barrier 
between them, even though Ceddie is such a child." 

So Cedric only knew that there was some mysterious reason for 
the arrangement, some reason which he was not old enough to 
understand, but which would be explained when he was older. He 
was puzzled ; but, after all, it was not the reason he cared about so 
much ; and after many talks with his mother, in which she comforted 
him and placed before him the bright side of the picture, the dark 
side of it gradually began to fade out, though now and then Mr. 
Havisham saw him sitting in some queer little old-fashioned attitude, 
watching the sea, with a very grave face, and more than once he 
heard an unchildish sigh rise to his lips. 

" I don't like it," he said once as he was having one of his almost 
venerable talks with the lawyer. " You don't know how much I 
don't like it ; but there are a great many troubles in this world, and 
you have to bear them. Mary says so, and I Ve heard Mr. Hobbs 
say it too. And Dearest wants me to like to live with my grandpapa, 
because, you see, all his children are dead, and that 's very mourn- 
ful. It makes you sorry for a man, when all his children have died 
and one was killed suddenly." 

One of the things which always delighted the people who made 
the acquaintance of his young lordship was the sage little air he 
wore at times when he gave himself up to conversation ; combined 
with his occasionally elderly remarks and the extreme innocence and 
seriousness of his round childish face, it was irresistible. He was 
such a handsome, blooming, curly-headed little fellow, that, when he 


sat down and nursed his knee with his chubby hands, and conversed 
with much gravity, he was a source of great entertainment to his 
hearers. Gradually Mr. Havisham had begun to derive a great deal 
of private pleasure and amusement from his society. 

" And so you are going to try to like the Earl," he said. 

" Yes," answered his lordship. " He 's my relation, and of course 
you have to like your relations ; and besides, he 's been very kind 
to me. When a person does so many things for you, and wants you 
to have everything you wish for, of course you 'd like him if he was 
n't your relation; but when he 's your relation and does that, why, 
you 're very fond of him." 

" Do you think," suggested Mr. Havisham, " that he will be fond 
of you ? " 

" Well," said Cedric, " I think he will, because, you see, I 'm his 
relation, too, and I 'm his boy's little boy besides, and, well, don't 
you see of course he must be fond of me now, or he would n't 
want me to have everything that I like, and he would n't have sent 
you for me." 

" Oh ! " remarked the lawyer, " that 's it, is it? " 

" Yes," said Cedric, " that 's it. Don't you think that 's it, too? 
Of course a man would be fond of his grandson." 

The people who had been seasick had no sooner recovered from 
their seasickness, and come on deck to recline in their steamer-chairs 
and enjoy themselves, than every one seemed to know the romantic 
story of little Lord Fauntleroy, and every one took an interest in the 
little fellow, who ran about the ship or walked with his mother or the 
tall, thin old lawyer, or talked to the sailors. Every one liked him ; 
he made friends everywhere. He was ever ready to make friends. 
When the gentlemen walked up and down the deck, and let him 
walk with them, he stepped out with a manly, sturdy little tramp, 
and answered all their jokes with much gay enjoyment ; when the 


ladies talked to him, there was always laughter in the group of which 
he was the center; when he played with the children, there was 
always magnificent fun on hand. Among the sailors he had the 
heartiest friends; he heard miraculous stories about pirates and ship- 
wrecks and desert islands; he learned to splice ropes and rig toy 
ships, and gained an amount of information concerning "tops'ls" and 
" mains'ls," quite surprising. His conversation had, indeed, quite a 
nautical flavor at times, and on one occasion he raised a shout of 
laughter in a group of ladies and gentlemen who were sitting on 
deck, wrapped in shawls and overcoats, by saying sweetly, and with 
a very engaging expression : 

" Shiver my timbers, but it 's a cold day ! " 

It surprised him when they laughed. He had picked up this 
sea-faring remark from an "elderly naval man" of the name of 
Jerry, who told him stories in which it occurred frequently. To judge 
from his stories of his own adventures, Jerry had made some two or 
three thousand voyages, and had been invariably shipwrecked on 
each occasion on an island densely populated with bloodthirsty canni- 
bals. Judging, also, by these same exciting adventures, he had been 
partially roasted and eaten frequently and had been scalped some 
fifteen or twenty times. 

" That is why he is so bald," explained Lord Fauntleroy to his 
mamma. " After you have been scalped several times the hair never 
grows again. Jerry's never grew again after that last time, when the 
King of the Parromachaweekins did it with the knife made out of the 
skull of the Chief of the Wopslemumpkies. He says it was one of the 
most serious times he ever had. He was so frightened that his hair 
stood right straight up when the king flourished his knife, and it never 
would lie down, and the king wears it that way now, and it looks some- 
thing like a hair-brush. I never heard anything like the asperiences 
Jerry has had ! I should so like to tell Mr. Hobbs about them ! " 



Sometimes, when the weather was very disagreeable and people 
were kept below decks in the saloon, a party of his grown-up friends 
would persuade him to tell them 
some of these " asperiences " of 
Jerry's, and as he sat relating 
them with great delight and 
fervor, there was certainly no 
more popular voyager on any 
ocean steamer crossing the At- 
lantic than little Lord Faunt- 
leroy. He was always innocently 
and good-naturedly ready to do 
his small best to add to the gen- 
eral entertainment, and there 
was a charm in the very uncon- 
sciousness of his own childish 

"Jerry's stories int'rust them 
very much," he said to his 
mamma. "For my part you 
must excuse me, Dearest 
but sometimes I should have 
thought they could n't be all 
quite true, if they had n't hap- 
pened to Jerry himself; but 
as they all happened to Jerry 
well, it 's very strange, you 
know, and perhaps sometimes 
he may forget and be a little 

mistaken, as he 's been scalped so often. Being scalped a 
many times might make a person forgetful." 




It was eleven days after he had said good-bye to his friend Dick 
before he reached Liverpool ; and it was on the night of the twelfth 
day that the carriage in which he and his mother and Mr. Havisham 
had driven from the station stopped before the gates of Court Lodge. 
They could not see much of the house in the darkness. Cedric only 
saw that there was a drive-way under great arching trees, and after 
the carriage had rolled down this drive-way a short distance, he 
saw an open door and a stream of bright light coming through it. 

Mary had come with them to attend her mistress, and she had 
reached the house before them. When Cedric jumped out of the 
carriage he saw one or two servants standing in the wide, bright 
hall, and Mary stood in the door-way. 

Lord Fauntleroy sprang at her with a gay little shout. 
" Did you get here, Mary?" he said. " Here 's Mary, Dearest," 
and he kissed the maid on her rough red cheek. 

" I am glad you are here, Mary," Mrs. Errol said to her in a low 
voice. " It is such a comfort to me to see you. It takes the strange- 
ness away." And she held out her little hand, which Mary squeezed 
encouragingly. She knew how this first " strangeness " must feel to 
this little mother who had left her own land and was about to give 
up her child. 

The English servants looked with curiosity at both the boy and 
his mother. They had heard all sorts of rumors about them both ; 
they knew how angry the old Earl had been, and why Mrs. Errol 
was to live at the lodge and her little boy at the castle ; they knew 
all about the great fortune he was to inherit, and about the savage 
old grandfather and his gout and his tempers. 

" He '11 have no easy time of it, poor little chap," they had said 
among themselves. 

But they did not know what sort of a little lord had come 
among them ; they did not quite understand the character of the 
next Earl of Dorincourt. 


He pulled off his overcoat quite as if he were used to doing 
things for himself, and began to look about him. He looked about 
the broad hall, at the pictures and stags' antlers and curious things 
that ornamented it. They seemed curious to him because he had 
never seen such things before in a private house. 

" Dearest," he said, " this is a very pretty house, is n't it ? I am 
glad you are going to live here. It's quite a large house." 

It was quite a large house compared to the one in the shabby 
New York street, and it was very pretty and cheerful. Mary led 
them upstairs to a bright chintz-hung bedroom where a fire was 
burning, and a large snow-white Persian cat was sleeping luxuriously 
on the white fur hearth-rug. 

" It was the house-kaper up at the Castle, ma'am, sint her to yez," 
explained Mary. " It 's herself is a kind-hearted lady an' has had 
ivery thing done to prepar' fur yez. I seen her meself a few minnits, 
an' she was fond av the Capt'in, ma'am, an' graivs fur him ; and she 
said to say the big cat slapin' on the rug moight make the room 
same homeloike to yez. She knowed Capt'in Errol whin he was a 
bye an' a foine handsum' bye she ses he was, an' a foine young 
man wid a plisint word fur every one, great an' shmall. An' ses I to 
her, ses I : ' He 's" lift a bye that 's loike him, ma'am, fur a foiner 
little felly niver sthipped in shoe-leather.' " 

When they were ready, they went downstairs into another big 
bright room ; its ceiling was low, and the furniture was heavy and 
beautifully carved, the chairs were deep and had high massive backs, 
and there were queer shelves and cabinets with strange, pretty 
ornaments on them. There was a great tiger-skin before the fire, 
and an arm-chair on each side of it. The stately white cat had 
responded to Lord Fauntleroy's stroking and followed him down- 
stairs, and when he threw himself down upon the rug, she curled 
herself up grandly beside him as if she intended to make friends. 
Cedric was so pleased that he put his head down by hers, and lay 


stroking her, not noticing what his mother and Mr. Havisham 
were saying. 

They were, indeed, speaking in a rather low tone. Mrs. Errol 
looked a little pale and agitated. 

"He need not go to-night?" she said. ''He will stay with 
me to-night ? " 

"Yes," answered Mr. Havisham in the same low tone ; "it will 
not be necessary for him to go to-night. I myself will go to the 
Castle as soon as we have dined, and inform the Earl of our 

Mrs. Errol glanced down at Cedric. He was lying in a grace- 
ful, careless attitude upon the black-and- yellow skin ; the fire shone 
on his handsome, flushed little face, and on the tumbled, curly hair 
spread out on the rug ; the big cat was purring in drowsy content, 
she liked the caressing touch of the kind little hand on her fur. 
Mrs. Errol smiled faintly. 

" His lordship does not know all that he is taking from me," she 
said rather sadly. Then she looked at the lawyer. " Will you tell 
him, if you please," she said, " that I should rather not have the 
money ? " 

" The money ! " Mr. Havisham exclaimed. " You can not mean 
the income he proposed to settle upon you ! " 

" Yes," she answered, quite simply; " I think I should rather not 
have it. I am obliged to accept the house, and I thank him for it, 
because it makes it possible for me to be near my child ; but I have 
a little money of my own, enough to live simply upon, and I 
should rather not take the other. As he dislikes me so much, I 
should feel a little as if I were selling Cedric to him. I am giving 
him up only because I love him enough to forget myself for his good, 
and because his father would wish it to be so." 
Mr. Havisham rubbed his chin. 


" This is very strange," he said. " He will be very angry. He 
wont understand it." 

" I think he will understand it after he thinks it over," she said. 
" I do not really need the money, and why should I accept luxuries 
from the man who hates me so much that he takes my little boy 
from me his son's child ? " 

Mr. Havisham looked reflective for a few moments. 

" I will deliver your message," he said afterward. 

And then the dinner was brought in and they sat down together, 
the big cat taking a seat on a chair near Cedric's and purring 
majestically throughout the meal. 

When, later in the evening, Mr. Havisham presented himself at 
the Castle, he was taken at once to the Earl. He found him sitting 
by the fire in a luxurious easy-chair, his foot on a gout-stool. He 
looked at the lawyer sharply from under his shaggy eyebrows, but 
Mr. Havisham could see that, in spite of his pretense at calmness, 
he was nervous and secretly excited. 

"Well," he said; "well, Havisham, come back, have you? 
What 's the news ? " 

" Lord Fauntleroy and his mother are at Court Lodge," replied 
Mr. Havisham. "They bore the voyage very well and are in excel- 
lent health." 

The Earl made a half-impatient sound and moved his hand 

" Glad to hear it," he said brusquely. " So far, so good. Make 
yourself comfortable. Have a glass of wine and settle down. What 
else ? " 

"His lordship remains with his mother to-night. To-morrow I 
will bring him to the Castle." 

The Earl's elbow was resting on the arm of his chair ; he put 
his hand up and shielded his eyes with it. 


" Well," he said ; " go on. You know I told you not to write to 
me about the matter, and I know nothing whatever about it. What 
kind of a lad is he ? I don't care about the mother; what sort -of a 
lad is he ? " 

Mr. Havisham drank a little of the glass of port he had poured 
out for himself, and sat holding it in his hand. 

" It is rather difficult to judge of the character of a child of seven," 
he said cautiously. 

The Earl's prejudices were very intense. He looked up quickly 
and uttered a rough word. 

"A fool, is he?" he exclaimed. "Or a clumsy cub? His 
American blood tells, does it ? " 

" I do not think it has injured him, my lord," replied the lawyer 
in his dry, deliberate fashion. " I don't know much about children, 
but I thought him rather a fine lad." 

His manner of speech was always deliberate and unenthusiastic, 
but he made it a trifle more so than usual. He had a shrewd fancy 
that it would be better that the Earl should judge for himself, and 
be quite unprepared for his first interview with his grandson. 

" Healthy and well-grown ? " asked my lord. 

" Apparently very healthy, and quite well-grown," replied the 

" Straight-limbed and well enough to look at ? " demanded the Earl. 
A very slight smile touched Mr. Havisham's thin lips. There 
rose up before his mind's eye the picture he had left at Court Lodge, 
the beautiful, 'graceful child's body lying upon the tiger-skin in care- 
less comfort the bright, tumbled hair spread on the rug the 
bright, rosy boy's face. 

" Rather a handsome boy, I think, my lord, as boys go," he said, 
" though I am scarcely a judge, perhaps. But you will find him 
somewhat different from most English children, I dare say." 


" I have n't a* doubt of that," snarled the Earl, a twinge of gout 
seizing him. "A lot of impudent little beggars, those American 
children ; I Ve heard that often enough." 

" It is not exactly impudence in his case," said Mr. Havisham. 
" I can scarcely describe what the difference is. He has lived more 
with older people than with children, and the difference seems to "be 
a mixture of maturity and childishness." 

" American impudence ! " protested the Earl. "I Ve heard of it 
before. They call it precocity and freedom. Beastly, impudent bad 
manners ; that 's what it is ! " 

Mr. Havisham drank some more port. He seldom argued with 
his lordly patron, never when his lordly patron's noble leg was 
inflamed by gout. At such times it was always better to leave him 
alone. So there was a silence of a few moments. It was Mr. Hav- 
isham who broke it. 

" I have a message to deliver from Mrs. Errol," he remarked. 

" I don't want any of her messages ! " growled his lordship ; "the 
less I hear of her the better." 

" This is a rather important one," explained the lawyer. " She 
prefers not to accept the income you proposed to settle on her." 
The Earl started visibly. 

" What 's that ? " he cried out. " What 's that ? " 
Mr. Havisham repeated his words. 

" She says it is not necessary, and that as the relations between 
you are not friendly " 

" Not friendly ! " ejaculated my lord savagely; " I should say they 
were not friendly ! I hate to think of her ! A mercenary, sharp- 
voiced American ! I don't wish to see her." 

"My lord," said Mr. Havisham, "you can scarcely call her mer- 
cenary. She has asked for nothing. -She does not accept the 
money you offer her." 


" All done for effect ! " snapped his noble lordship. " She 
wants to wheedle me into seeing her. She thinks I shall admire 
her spirit. I don't admire it ! It 's only American independence ! 
I wont have her living like a beggar at my park gates. As 
she 's the boy's mother, she has a position to keep up, and she 
shall keep it up. She shall have the money, whether she likes it 
or not ! " 

" She wont spend it," said Mr. Havisham. 

" I don't care whether she spends it or not ! " blustered my lord. 
" She shall have it sent to her. She sha'n't tell people that she has 
to live like a pauper because I have done nothing for her ! She 
wants to give the boy a bad opinion of me ! I suppose she has 
poisoned his mind against me already ! " 

" No," said Mr. Havisham. " I have another message, which 
will prove to you that she has not done that." 

" I don't want to hear it ! " panted the Earl, out of breath with 
anger and excitement and gout. 

But Mr. Havisham delivered it. 

" She asks you not to let Lord Fauntleroy hear anything which 
would lead him to understand that you separate him from her be- 
cause of your prejudice against her. He is very fond of her, and 
she is convinced that it would cause a barrier to exist between you. 
She says he would not comprehend it, and it might make him fear 
you in some measure, or at least cause him to feel less affection for 
you. She has told him that he is too young to understand the rea- 
son, but shall hear it when he is older. She wishes that there should 
be no shadow on your first meeting." 

The Earl sank back into his chair. His deep-set fierce old eyes 
gleamed under his beetling brows. 

"Come, now!" he said, still breathlessly. "Come, now! You 
don't mean the mother has n't told him ? " 


"Not one word, my lord," replied the lawyer coolly. "That I 
can assure you. The child is prepared to believe you the most 
amiable and affectionate of grandparents. Nothing absolutely 
nothing has been said to him to give him the slightest doubt of your 
perfection. And as I carried out your commands in every detail, 
while in New York, he certainly regards you as a wonder of 

" He does, eh ? " said the Earl. 

" I give you my word of honor," said Mr. Havisham, " that Lord 
Fauntleroy's impressions of you will depend entirely upon yourself. 
And if you will pardon the liberty I take in making the suggestion, 
I think you will succeed better with him if you take the precaution 
not to speak slightingly of his mother." 

"Pooh, pooh!" said the Earl. "The youngster is only seven 
years old ! " 

" He has spent those seven years at his mother's side," returned 
Mr. Havisham ; "and she has all his affection." 

IT was late in the afternoon when the carriage containing little 
Lord Fauntleroy and Mr. Havisham drove up the long avenue 
which led to 'the castle. The Earl had given orders that his 
grandson should arrive in time to dine with him ; and for some reason 
best known to himself, he had also ordered that the child should be 
sent alone into the room in which he intended to receive him. As 
the carriage rolled up the avenue, Lord Fauntleroy sat leaning com- 
fortably against the luxurious cushions, and regarded the prospect 
with great interest. He was, in fact, interested in everything he 
saw. He had been interested in the carriage, with its large, splendid 
horses and their glittering harness ; he had been interested in the 
tall coachman and footman, with their resplendent livery ; and he 
had been especially interested in the coronet on the panels, and had 
struck up an acquaintance with the footman for the purpose of 
inquiring what it meant. 

When the carriage reached the great gates of the park, he 
looked out of the window to get a good view of the huge stone lions 
ornamenting the entrance. The gates were opened by a motherly, 
rosy-looking woman, who came out of a pretty, ivy-covered lodge. 
Two children ran out of the door of the house and stood looking 
with round, wide-open eyes at the little boy in the carriage, who 
looked at them also. Their mother stood courtesying and smiling, 
and the children, on receiving a sign from her, made bobbing little 
courtesies too. 



"Does she know me?" asked Lord Fauntleroy. "I think she 
must think she knows me." And he took off his black velvet cap to 
her and smiled. 

" How do you do ? " he said brightly. " Good-afternoon ! " 

The woman seemed pleased, he thought. The smile broadened 
on her rosy face and a kind look came into her blue eyes. 

" God bless your lordship ! " she said. " God bless your pretty 
face ! Good luck and happiness to your lordship ! Welcome to you ! " 

Lord Fauntleroy waved his cap and nodded to her again as the 
carriage rolled by her. 

" I like that woman," he said. " She looks as if she liked boys. 
I should like to come here and play with her children. I wonder if 
she has enough to make up a company ? " 

Mr. Havisham did not tell him that he would scarcely be allowed 
to make playmates of the gate-keeper's children. The lawyer thought 
there was time enough for giving him that information. 

The carriage rolled on and on between the great, beautiful 
trees which grew on each side of the avenue and stretched their 
broad, swaying branches in an arch across it. Cedric had never 
seen such trees, they were so grand and stately, and their branches 
grew so low down on their huge trunks. He did not then know 
that Dorincourt Castle was one of the most beautiful in all England; 
that its park was one of the broadest and finest, and its trees and 
avenue almost without rivals. But he did know that it was all very 
beautiful. He liked the big, broad-branched trees, with the late 
afternoon sunlight striking golden lances through them. He liked 
the perfect stillness which rested on everything. He felt a great, 
strange pleasure in the beauty of which he caught glimpses under 
and between the sweeping boughs the great, beautiful spaces of 
the park, with still other trees standing sometimes stately and alone, 
and sometimes in groups. Now and then they passed places where 


tall ferns grew in masses, and again and again the ground was azure 
with the bluebells swaying in the soft breeze. Several times he 
started up with a laugh of delight as a rabbit leaped up from under 
the greenery and scudded away with a twinkle of short white tail 
behind it. Once a covey of partridges rose with a sudden whir and 
flew away, and then he shouted and clapped his hands. 

" It 's a beautiful place, is n't it? " he said to Mr. Havisham. " I 
never saw such a beautiful place. It 's prettier even than Central 

He was rather puzzled by the length of time they were on their 

" How far is it," he said, at length, " from the gate to the front 
door ? " 

" It is between three and four miles," answered the lawyer. 

" That 's a long way for a person to live from his gate," remarked 
his lordship. 

Every few minutes he saw something new to wonder at and 
admire. When he caught sight of the deer, some couched in the 
grass, some standing with their pretty antlered heads turned with a 
half-startled air toward the avenue as the carriage wheels disturbed 
them, he was enchanted. 

"Has there been a circus?" he cried; "or do they live here 
always ? Whose are they ? " 

"They live here," Mr. Havisham told him. "They belong to 
the Earl, your grandfather." 

It was not long after this that they saw the castle. It rose up 
before them stately and beautiful and gray, the last rays of the sun 
casting dazzling lights on its many windows. It had turrets and 
battlements and towers ; a great deal of ivy grew upon its walls ; all 
the broad, open space about it was laid out in terraces and lawns and 
beds of brilliant flowers. 


" It 's the most beautiful place I ever saw !" said Cedric, his round 
face flushing with pleasure. " It reminds any one of a king's palace. 
I saw a picture of one once in a fairy-book." 

He saw the great entrance-door thrown open and many servants 
standing in two lines looking at him. He wondered why they were 
standing there, and admired their liveries very much. He did not 
know that they were there to do honor to the little boy to whom all 
this splendor would one day belong, the beautiful castle like the 
fairy king's palace, the magnificent park, the grand old trees, the 
dells full of ferns and bluebells where the hares and rabbits played, 
the dappled, large-eyed deer couching in the deep grass. It was 
only a couple of weeks since he had sat with Mr. Hobbs among the 
potatoes and canned peaches, with his legs dangling from the high 
stool ; it would not have been possible for him to realize that he had 
very much to do with all this grandeur. At the head of the line of 
servants there stood an elderly woman in a rich, plain black silk 
gown ; she had gray hair and wore a cap. As he entered the hall 
she stood nearer than the rest, and the child thought from the look 
in her eyes that she was going to speak to him. Mr. Havisham, who 
held his hand, paused a moment. 

" This is Lord Fauntleroy, Mrs. Mellon," he said. " Lord Faunt- 
leroy, this is Mrs. Mellon, who is the housekeeper." 
Cedric gave her his hand, his eyes lighting up. 

" Was it you who sent the cat ? " he said. " I 'm much obliged to 
you, ma'am." 

Mrs. Mellon's handsome old face looked as pleased as the face 
of the lodge-keeper's wife had done. 

" I should know his lordship anywhere," she said to Mr. Havisham. 
" He has the Captain's face and way. It 's a great day, this, sir." 

Cedric wondered why it was a great day. He looked at Mrs. 
Mellon curiously. It seemed to him for a moment as if there were 


tears in her eyes, and yet it was evident she was not unhappy. She 
smiled down on him. 

"The cat left two beautiful kittens here," she said; " they shall be 
sent up to your lordship's nursery." 

Mr. Havisham said a few words to her in a low voice. 

" In the library, sir," Mrs. Mellon replied. " His lordship is to be 
taken there alone." 

A few minutes later, the very tall footman in livery, who had 
escorted Cedric to the library door, opened it and announced: "Lord 
Fauntleroy, my lord," in quite a majestic tone. If he was only a 
footman, he felt it was rather a grand occasion when the heir came 
home to his own land and possessions, and was ushered into the 
presence of the old Earl, whose place and title he was to take. 

Cedric crossed the threshold into the room. It was a very large 
and splendid room, with massive carven furniture in it, and shelves 
upon shelves of books ; the furniture was so dark, and the draperies 
so heavy, the diamond-paned windows were so deep, and it seemed 
such a distance from one end of it to the other, that, since the sun 
had gone down, the effect of it all was rather gloomy. For a moment 
Cedric thought there was nobody in the room, but soon he saw that 
by the fire burning on the wide hearth there was a large easy-chair 
and that in that chair some one was sitting some one who did not 
at first turn to look at him. 

But he had attracted attention in one quarter at least. On the 
floor, by the arm-chair, lay a dog, a huge tawny mastiff, with body 
and limbs almost as big as a lion's ; and this great creature rose 
majestically and slowly, and marched toward the little fellow with a 
heavy step. 

Then the person in the chair spoke. " Dougal," he called, 
"come back, sir." 


But there was no more fear in little Lord Fauntleroy's heart 
than there was imkindness he had been a brave little fellow all his 
life. He put his hand on the big dog's collar in the most natural 
way in the world, and they strayed forward together, Dougal sniffing 
as he went. 

And then the Earl looked up. What Cedric saw was a large 
old man with shaggy white hair and eyebrows, and a nose like an 
eagle's beak between his deep, fierce eyes. What the Earl saw was 
a graceful, childish figure in a black velvet suit, with a lace collar, 
and with love-locks waving about the handsome, manly little face, 
whose eyes met his with a look of innocent good-fellowship. If the 
Castle was like the palace in a fairy story, it must be owned that little 
Lord Fauntleroy was himself rather like a small copy cf the fairy 
prince, though he was not at all aware of the fact, and perhaps was 
rather a sturdy young model of a fairy. But there was a sudden 
glow of triumph and exultation in the fiery old Earl's heart as he 
saw what a strong, beautiful boy this grandson was, and how unhesi- 
tatingly he looked up as he stood with his hand on the big dog's 
neck. It pleased the grim old nobleman that the child should show 
no shyness or fear, either of the dog or of himself. 

Cedric looked at him just as he had looked at the woman at the 
lodge and at the housekeeper, and came quite close to him. 

" Are you the Earl ? " he said. " I 'm your grandson, you know, 
that Mr. Havisham brought. I 'm Lord Fauntleroy." 

He held out his hand because he thought it must be the polite and 
proper thing to do even with earls. " I hope you are very well," he 
continued, with the utmost friendliness. " I 'm very glad to see you." 

The Earl shook hands with him, with a curious gleam in his 
eyes ; just at first, he was so astonished that he scarcely knew what 
to say. He stared at the picturesque little apparition from under his 
shaggy brows, and took it all in from head to foot. 


" Glad to see me, are you ? " he said. 

"Yes/' answered Lord Fauntleroy, "very." 

There was a chair near him, and he sat down on it ; it was a 
high-backed, rather tall chair, and his feet did not touch the floor 
when he had settled himself in it, but he seemed to be quite com- 
fortable as he sat there, and regarded his august relative intently 
but modestly. 

" I 've kept wondering what you would look like," he remarked. 
" I used to lie in my berth in the ship and wonder if you would be 
anything like my father." 

" Am I ? " asked the Earl. 

" Well," Cedric replied, " I was very young when he died, and I 
may not remember exactly how he looked, but I don't think you are 
like him." 

" You are disappointed, I suppose ? " suggested his grandfather. 

" Oh, no," responded Cedric politely. " Of course you would 
like any one to look like your father ; but of course you would enjoy 
the way your grandfather looked', even if he was n't like your father. 
You know how it is yourself about admiring your relations." 

The Earl leaned back in his chair and stared. He could not 
be said to know how it was about admiring his relations. He had 
employed most of his noble leisure in quarreling violently with them, 
in turning them out of his house, and applying abusive epithets to 
them ; and they all hated him cordially. 

" Any boy would love his grandfather," continued Lord Fauntle- 
roy, "especially one that had been as kind to him as you have been." 
Another queer gleam came into the old nobleman's eyes. 

" Oh ! " he said, " I have been kind to you, have I ? " 

" Yes," answered Lord Fauntleroy brightly ; " I 'm ever so much 
obliged to you about Bridget, and the apple-woman, and Dick." 

" Bridget ! " exclaimed the Earl. " Dick ! The apple-woman ! " 


" Yes !" explained Cedric; "the ones you gave me all that money 
for the money you told Mr. Havisham to give me if I wanted it." 

" Ha! " ejaculated his lordship. " That 's it, is it? The money 
you were to spend as you liked. What did you buy with it ? I 
should like to hear something about that." 

He drew his shaggy eyebrows together and looked at the child 
sharply. He was secretly curious to know in what way the lad had 
indulged himself. 

" Oh !" said Lord Fauntleroy, "perhaps you did n't know about 
Dick and the apple-woman and Bridget. I forgot you lived such a 
long way off from them. They were particular friends of mine. 
And you see Michael had the fever " 

" Who 's Michael? " asked the Earl. 

"Michael is Bridget's husband, and they were in great trouble. 
When a man is sick and can't work and has twelve children, you 
know how it is. And Michael has always been a sober man. And 
Bridget used to come to our house and cry. And the evening Mr. 
Havisham was there, she was in the kitchen crying, because they 
had almost nothing to eat and could n't pay the rent ; and I went in 
to see her, and Mr. Havisham sent for me and he said you had given 
him some money for me. And I ran as fast as I could into the 
kitchen and gave it to Bridget ; and that made it all right ; and 
Bridget could scarcely believe her eyes. That 's why I 'm so 
obliged to you." 

" Oh ! " said the Earl in his deep voice, " that was one of the things 
you did for yourself, was it ? What else ? " 

Dougal had been sitting by the tall chair ; the great dog had 
taken its place there when Cedric sat down. Several times it had 
turned and looked up at the boy as if interested in the conversation. 
Dougal was a solemn dog, who seemed to feel altogether too big to 
take life's responsibilities lightly. The old Earl, who knew the dog 


well, had watched it with secret interest. Dougal was not a dog 
whose habit it was to make acquaintances rashly, and the Earl won- 
dered somewhat to see how quietly the brute sat under the touch of 
the childish hand. And, just at this moment, the big dog gave little 
Lord Fauntleroy one more look of dignified scrutiny, and deliberately 
laid its huge, lion-like head on the boy's black-velvet knee. 

The small hand went on stroking this new friend as Cedric 

"Well, there was Dick," he said. "You 'd like Dick,"he 's so 

This was an Americanism the Earl was not prepared for. 

" What does that mean ? " he inquired. 

Lord Fauntleroy paused a moment to reflect. He was not very- 
sure himself what it meant. He had taken it for granted as meaning 
something very creditable because Dick had been fond cf using it. 

" I think it means that he would n't cheat any one," he exclaimed; 
" or hit a boy who was under his size, and that he blacks people's 
boots very well and makes them shine as much as he can. He 's a 
perfessional bootblack." 

" And he 's one of your acquaintances, is he ? " said the Earl. 

" He is an old friend of mine," replied his grandson. " Not quite 
as old as Mr. Hobbs, but quite old. He gave me a present just 
before the ship sailed." 

He put his hand into his pocket and drew forth a neatly folded 
red object and opened it with an air of affectionate pride. It was 
the red silk handkerchief with the large purple horse-shoes and 
heads on it. 

" He gave me this," said his young lordship. " I shall keep it 
always. You can wear it round your neck or keep it in your pocket. 
He bought it with the first money he earned after I bought Jake out 
and gave him the new brushes. It 's a keepsake. I put some 


poetry in Mr. Hobbs's watch. It was, 'When this you see, remember 
me.' When this I see, I shall always remember Dick." 

The sensations of the Right Honorable the Earl of Dorincourt 
could scarcely be described. He was not an old nobleman who was 
very easily bewildered, because he had seen a great deal of the 
world; but here was something he found so novel that it almost took 
his lordly breath away, and caused him some singular emotions. 
He had never cared for children ; he had been so occupied with his 
own pleasures that he had never had time to care for them. His 
own sons had not interested him when they were very young 
though sometimes he remembered having thought Cedric's father a 
handsome and strong little fellow. He had been so selfish himself 
that he had missed the pleasure of seeing unselfishness in others, and 
he had not known how tender and faithful and affectionate a kind- 
hearted little child can be, and how innocent and unconscious are its 
simple, generous impulses. A boy had always seemed to him a 
most objectionable little animal, selfish and greedy and boisterous 
when not under strict restraint ; his own two eldest sons had given 
their tutors constant trouble and annoyance, and of the younger one 
he fancied he had heard few complaints because the boy was of no 
particular importance. It had never once occurred to him that he 
should like his grandson ; he had sent for the little Cedric because 
his pride impelled him to do so. If the boy was to take his place 
in the future, he did not wish his name to be made ridiculous by 
descending to an uneducated boor. He had been convinced the boy 
would be a clownish fellow if he were brought up in America. He 
had no feeling of affection for the lad ; his only hope was that he 
should find him decently well-featured, and with a respectable share 
of sense ; he had been so disappointed in his other sons, and had 
been made so furious by Captain Errol's American marriage, that he 
had never once thought that anything creditable could come of it. 


When the footman had announced Lord Fauntleroy, he had almost 
dreaded to look at the boy lest he should find him all that he had 
feared. It was because of this feeling that he had ordered that the 
child should be sent to him alone. His pride could not endure that 
others should see his disappointment if he was to be disappointed. 
His proud, stubborn old heart therefore had leaped within him when 
the boy came forward with his graceful, easy carriage, his fearless 
hand on the big dog's neck. Even in the moments when he had 
hoped the most, the Earl had never hoped that his grandson would 
look like that. It seemed almost too good to be true that this should 
be the boy he had dreaded to see the child of the woman he so 
disliked this little fellow with so much beauty and such a brave, 
childish grace ! The Earl's stern composure was quite shaken by 
this startling surprise. 

And then their talk began ; and he was still more curiously 
moved, and more and more puzzled. In the first place, he was so 
used to seeing people rather afraid and embarrassed before him, that 
he had expected nothing else but that his grandson would be timid 
or shy. But Cedric was no more afraid of the Earl than he had been 
of Dougal. He was not bold ; he was only innocently friendly, and 
he was not conscious that there could be any reason why he should 
be awkward or afraid. The Earl could not help seeing that the 
little boy took him for a friend and treated him as one, without hav- 
ing any doubt of him at all. It was quite plain as the little fellow 
sat there in his tall chair and talked in his friendly way that it had 
never occurred to him that this large, fierce-looking old man could 
be anything but kind to him, and rather pleased to see him there. 
And it was plain, too, that, in his childish way, he wished to please 
and interest his grandfather. Cross, and hard-hearted, and worldly 
as the old Earl was, he could not help feeling a secret and novel 
pleasure in this very confidence. After all, it was not disagree- 


able to meet some one who did not distrust him or shrink from him, 
or seem to detect the ugly part of his nature ; some one who looked 
at him with clear, unsuspecting eyes, if it was only a little boy in 
a black velvet suit. 

So the old man leaned back in his chair, and led his young com- 
panion on to telling him still more of himself, and with that odd 
gleam in his eyes watched the little fellow as he talked. Lord 
Fauntleroy was quite willing to answer all his questions and chatted 
on in his genial little way quite composedly. He told him all about 
Dick and Jake, and the apple-woman, and Mr. Hobbs; he described 
the Republican Rally in all the glory of its banners and transpar- 
encies, torches and rockets. In the course of the conversation, he 
reached the Fourth of July and the Revolution, and was just becom- 
ing enthusiastic, when he suddenly recollected something and stopped 
very abruptly. 

" What is the matter?" demanded his grandfather. "Why don't 
you go on ? " 

Lord Fauntleroy moved rather uneasily in his chair. It was 
evident to the Earl that he was embarrassed by the thought which 
had just occurred to him. 

" I was just thinking that perhaps you might n't like it," he 
replied. " Perhaps some one belonging to you might have been 
there. I forgot you were an Englishman." 

" You can go on," said my lord. " No one belonging to me was 
there. You forgot you were an Englishman, too." 

" Oh ! no," said Cedric quickly. " I 'm an American !" 

" You are an Englishman," said the Earl grimly. " Your father 
was an Englishman." 

It amused him a little to say this, but it did not amuse Cedric. 
The lad had never thought of such a development as this. He felt 
himself grow quite hot up to the roots of his hair. 


" I was born in America," he protested. " You have to be an 
American if you are born in America. I beg your pardon," with 
serious politeness and delicacy, " for contradicting you. Mr. Hobbs 
told me, if there were another war, you know, I should have to to 
be an American." 

The Earl gave a grim half laugh it was short and grim, but 
it was a laugh. 

" You would, would you ? " he said. 

He hated America and Americans, but it amused him to see 
how serious and interested this small patriot was. He thought that 
so good an American might make a rather good Englishman when 
he was a man. 

They had not time to go very deep into the Revolution 
again and indeed Lord Fauntleroy felt some delicacy about 
returning to the subject before dinner was announced. 

Cedric left his chair and went to his noble kinsman. He looked 
down at his gouty foot. 

"Would you like me to help you?" he said politely. "You could 
lean on me, you know. Once when Mr. Hobbs hurt his foot with a 
potato-barrel rolling on it, he used to lean on me." 

The big footman almost periled his reputation and his situation 
by smiling. He was an aristocratic footman who had always lived 
in the best of noble families, and he had never smiled ; indeed, he 
would have felt himself a disgraced and vulgar footman if he had 
allowed himself to be led by any circumstance whatever into such an 
indiscretion as a smile. But he had a very narrow escape. He only 
just saved himself by staring straight over the Earl's head at a very 
ugly picture. 

The Earl looked his valiant young relative over from head 
to foot. 

" Do you think you could do it ? " he asked gruffly. 


" I think I could," said Cedric. " I 'm strong. I 'm seven, you know. 
You could lean on your stick on one side, and on me on the other. 
Dick says I 've a good deal of muscle for a boy that 's only seven." 

He shut his hand and moved it upward to his shoulder, so that 
the Earl might see the muscle Dick had kindly approved of, and his 
face was so grave and earnest that the footman found it necessary to 
look very hard indeed at the ugly picture. 
"Well," said the Earl, "you may try." 

Cedric gave him his stick and began to assist him to rise. 
Usually, the footman did this, and was violently sworn at when his 
lordship had an extra twinge of gout. The Earl was not a very 
polite person as a rule, and many a time the huge footmen about 
him quaked inside their imposing liveries. 

But this evening he did not swear, though his gouty foot gave 
him more twinges than one. He chose to try an experiment. * He 
got up slowly and put his hand on the small shoulder presented to 
him with so much courage. Little Lord Fauntleroy made a careful 
step forward, looking down at the gouty foot. 

"Just lean on me," he said, with encouraging good cheer. "I '11 
walk very slowly." 

If the Earl had been supported by the footman he would have 
rested less on his stick and more on his assistant's arm. And yet it 
was part of his experiment to let his grandson feel his burden as no 
light weight. It was quite a heavy weight indeed, and after a few 
steps his young lordship's face grew quite hot, and his heart beat 
rather fast, but he braced himself sturdily, remembering his muscle 
and Dick's approval of it. 

" Don't be afraid of leaning on me," he panted. " I 'm all 
right if if it is n't a very long way." 

It was not really very far to the dining-room, but it seemed 
rather a long way to Cedric, before they reached the chair at the 



head of the table. The hand on his shoulder seemed to grow 
heavier at every step, and his face grew redder and hotter, and his 

breath shorter, but 
he never thought of 
giving up; he stiff- 
ene d his childish 
muscles, held his 
head erect, and en- 
couraged the Earl as 
he limped along. 

" Does your foot 
hurt you very much 
when you stand on 
it?" he asked. "Did 
you ever put it in hot 
water and mustard ? 
Mr. Hobbs used to 
put his in hot water. 
Arnica is a very nice 
thing, they tell me." 
The big dog 
stalked slowly beside 
them, and the big 
footman followed ; 
several times he 
looked very queer 
as he watched the 
little figure making 
the very most of all 
its strength, and bearing its burden with such good-will. The Earl, 
too, looked rather queer, once, as he glanced sidewise down at the 



flushed little face. When they entered the room where they were 
to dine, Cedric saw it was a very large and imposing one, and that 
the footman who stood behind the chair at the head of the table 
stared very hard as they came in. 

But they reached the chair at last. The hand was removed 
from his shoulder, and the Earl was fairly seated. 

Cedric took out Dick's handkerchief and wiped his forehead. 
" It 's a warm night, is n't it ? " he said. " Perhaps you need a fire 
because because of your foot, but it seems just a little warm to me." 

His delicate consideration for his noble relative's feelings was 
such that he did not wish to seem to intimate that any of his sur- 
roundings were unnecessary. 

" You have been doing some rather hard work," said the Earl. 
" Oh, no ! " said Lord Fauntleroy, " it was n't exactly hard, but I 
got a little warm. A person will get warm in summer time." 

And he rubbed his damp curls rather vigorously with the gor- 
geous handkerchief. His own chair was placed at the other end of 
the table, opposite his grandfather's. It was a chair with arms, and 
intended for a much larger individual than himself; indeed, every- 
thing he had seen so far, the great rooms, with their high ceilings, 
the massive furniture, the big footman, the big dog, the Earl him- 
self, were all of proportions calculated to make this little lad feel 
that he was very small, indeed. But that did not trouble him ; he 
had never thought himself very large or important, and he was quite 
willing to accommodate himself even to circumstances which rather 
overpowered him. 

Perhaps he had never looked so little a fellow as when seated 
now in his great chair, at the end of the table. Notwithstanding 
his solitary existence, the Earl chose to live in some state. He 
was fond of his dinner, and he dined in a formal style. Cedric 
looked at him across a glitter of splendid glass and plate, which to 


his unaccustomed eyes seemed quite dazzling. A stranger looking 
on might well have smiled at the picture, the greaj stately room, 
the big liveried servants, the bright lights, the glittering silver and 
glass, the fierce-looking old nobleman at the head of the table and 
the very small boy at the foot. Dinner was usually a very serious 
matter with the Earl and it was a very serious matter with the 
cook, if his lordship was not pleased or had an indifferent appetite. 
To-day, however, his appetite seemed a trifle better than usual, 
perhaps because he had something to think of beside the flavor 
of the entrees and the management of the gravies. His grandson 
gave him something to think of. He kept looking at him across 
the table. He did not say very much himself, but he managed to 
make the boy talk. He had never imagined that he could be enter- 
tained by hearing a child talk, but Lord Fauntleroy at once puzzled 
and amused him, and he kept remembering how he had let the 
childish shoulder feel his weight just for the sake of trying how far 
the boy's courage and endurance would go, and it pleased him to 
know that his grandson had not quailed and had not seemed to 
think even for a moment of giving up what he had undertaken to do. 

''You don't wear your coronet all the time?" remarked Lord 
Fauntleroy respectfully. 

" No," replied the Earl, with his grim smile ; " it is not becoming 
to me." 

"Mr. Hobbs said you always wore it," said Cedric ; "but after 
he thought it over, he said he supposed you must sometimes take 
it off to put your hat on." 

" Yes," said the Earl, " I take it off occasionally." 

And one of the footmen suddenly turned aside and gave a sin- 
gular little cough behind his hand. 

Cedric finished his dinner first, and then he leaned back in his 
chair and took a survev of the room. 


" You must be very proud of your house," he said, "it 's such a 
beautiful house. I never saw anything so beautiful ; but, of course, 
as I 'm only seven, I have n't seen much." 

" And you think I must be proud of it, do you ? " said the Earl. 

" I should think any one would be proud o'f it," replied Lord 
Fauntleroy. "I should be proud of it if it were my house. Every- 
thing about it is beautiful. And the park, and those trees, how 
beautiful they are, and how the leaves rustle ! " 

Then he paused an instant and looked across the table rather 

" It 's a very big house for just two people to live in, is n't it? " 
he said. 

"It is quite large enough for two," answered the Earl. "Do 
you find it too large ? " 

His little lordship hesitated a moment. 

" I was only thinking," he said, " that if two people lived in it who 
were not very good companions, they might feel lonely sometimes." 

"Do you think I shall make a good companion ?" inquired the 

"Yes," replied Cedric, "I think you ' will. Mr. Hobbs and I 
were great friends. He was the best friend I had except Dearest." 
The Earl made a quick movement of his bushy eyebrows. 

"Who is Dearest?" 

" She is my mother," said Lord Fauntleroy, in a rather low, quiet 
little voice. 

Perhaps he was a trifle tired, as his bed-time was nearing, and 
perhaps after the excitement of the last few days it was natural he 
should be tired, so perhaps, too, the feeling of weariness brought to 
him a vague sense of loneliness in the remembrance that to-night 
he was not to sleep at home, watched over by the loving eyes of 
that "best friend" of his. They had always been "best friends," 


this boy and his young mother. He could not help thinking of her, 
and the more he thought of her the less was he inclined to talk, and 
by the time the dinner was at an end the Earl saw that there was a 
faint shadow on his face. But Cedric bore himself with excellent 
courage, and when they went back to the library, though the tall 
footman walked on one side of his master, the Earl's hand rested on 
his grandson's shoulder, though not so heavily as before. 

When the footman left them alone, Cedric sat down upon the 
hearth-rug near Dougal. For a few minutes he stroked the dog's 
ears in silence and looked at the fire. 

The Earl watched him. The boy's eyes looked wistful and 
thoughtful, and once or twice he gave a little sigh. The Earl sat 
still, and kept his eyes fixed on his grandson. 

" Fauntleroy," he said at last, " what are you thinking of? " 

Fauntleroy looked up with a manful effort at a smile. 
"I was thinking about Dearest," he said; "and and I think 
I 'd better get up and walk up and down the room." 

He rose up, and put his hands in his small pockets, and 
began to walk to and fro. His eyes were very bright, and his lips 
were pressed together, but he kept his head up and walked firmly. 
Dougal moved lazily and looked at him, and then stood up. 
He walked over to the child, and began to follow him uneasily. 
Fauntleroy drew one hand from his pocket and laid it on the 
dog's head. 

" He 's a very nice dog," he said. " He 's my friend. He knows 
how I feel." 

" How do you feel?" asked the Earl. 

It disturbed him to see the struggle the little fellow was having 
with his first feeling of homesickness, but it pleased him to see that 
he was making so brave an effort to bear it well. He liked this 
childish courage. 


" Come here," he said. 
Fauntleroy went to him. 

" I never was away from my own house before," said the boy, 
with a troubled look in his brown eyes. " It makes a person feel a 
strange feeling when he has to stay all night in another person's 
castle instead of in his own house. But Dearest is not very far 
away from me. She told me to remember that and and I 'm 
seven and I can look at the picture she gave me." 

He put his hand in his pocket, and brought out a small violet 
velvet-covered case. 

"This is it," he said. "You see, you press this spring and it 
opens, and she is in there ! " 

He had come close to the Earl's chair, and, as he drew forth 
the little case, he leaned against the arm of it, and against the old 
man's arm, too, as confidingly as if children had always leaned 

" There she is," he said, as the case opened ; and he looked up 
with a smile. 

The Earl knitted his brows ; he did not wish to see the picture, 
but he looked at it in spite of himself; and there looked up at 
him from it such a pretty young face a face so like the child's 
at his side that it quite startled him. 

" I suppose you think you are very fond of her," he said. 

" Yes," answered Lord Fauntleroy, in a gentle tone, and with 
simple directness; "I do think so, and I think it 's true. You see, 
Mr. Hobbs was my friend, and Dick and Bridget and Mary and 
Michael, they were my friends, too ; but Dearest well, she is my 
close friend, and we always tell each other everything. My father 
left her to me to take care of, and when I am a man I am going to 
work and earn money for her." 

" What do you think of doing?" inquired his grandfather. 


His young lordship slipped down upon the hearth-rug, and sat 
there with the picture still in his hand. He seemed to be reflecting 
seriously, before he answered. 

" I did think perhaps I might go into business with Mr. Hobbs," 
he said ; " but I should like to be a President." 

" We '11 send you to the House of Lords instead," said his grand- 

"Well," remarked Lord Fauntleroy, "if I could rit be a Presi- 
dent, and if that is a good business, I should n't mind. The grocery 
business is dull sometimes." 

Perhaps he was weighing the matter in his mind, for he sat 
very quiet after this, and looked at the fire for some time. 

The Earl did not speak again. He leaned back in his chair 
and watched him. A great many strange new thoughts passed 
through the old nobleman's mind. Dougal had stretched himself 
out and gone to sleep with his head on his huge paws. There was 
a long silence. 

In about half an hour's time Mr. Havisham was ushered in. 
The great room was very still when he entered. The Earl was still 
leaning back in his chair. He moved as Mr. Havisham approached, 
and held up his hand in a gesture of warning it seemed as if he 
had scarcely intended to make the gesture as if it were almost 
involuntary. Dougal was still asleep, and close beside the great 
dog, sleeping also, with his curly head upon his arm, lay little Lord 


WHEN Lord Fauntleroy wakened in the morning, he had 
not wakened at all when he had been carried to bed the 
night before, the first sounds he was conscious of were 
the crackling of a wood fire and the murmur of voices. 

" You will be careful, Dawson, not to say anything about it," 
he heard some one say. " He does not know why she is not to be 
with him, and the reason is to be kept from him." 

" If them 's his lordship's orders, mem," another voice answered, 
they '11 have to be kep', I suppose. But, if you '11 excuse the liberty, 
mem, as it 's between ourselves, servant or no servant, all I have to 
say is, it 's a cruel thing, parting that poor, pretty, young widdered 
cre'tur' from her own flesh and blood, and him such a little beauty 
and a nobleman born. James and Thomas, mem, last night in the 
servants' hall, they both of 'em say as they never see anythink in 
their two lives nor yet no other gentleman in livery like that 
little fellow's ways, as innercent an' polite an' interested as if he 'd 
been sitting there dining with his best friend, and the temper of 
a' angel, instead of one (if you '11 excuse me, mem), as it 's well 
known, is enough to curdle your blood in your veins at times. And 
as to looks, mem, when we was rung for, James and me, to go into 
the library and bring him upstairs, and James lifted him up in his 
arms, what with his little innercent face all red and rosy, and his 
little head on James's shoulder and his hair hanging down, all curly 
an' shinin', a prettier, takiner sight you 'd never wish to see. An' 


it 's my opinion, my lord was n't blind to it neither, for he looked at 
him, and he says to James, ' See you don't wake him ! ' he says." 

Cedric moved on his pillow, and turned over, opening his eyes. 
There were two women in the room. Everything was bright 
and cheerful with gay-flowered chintz. There was a fire on the 
hearth, and the sunshine was streaming in through the ivy-entwined 
windows. Both women came toward him, and he saw that one of 
them was Mrs. Mellon, the housekeeper, and the other a comfort- 
able, middle-aged woman, with a face as kind and good-humored as 
a face could be. 

" Good-morning, my lord," said Mrs. Mellon. " Did you sleep 
well ? " 

His lordship rubbed his eyes and smiled. 

" Good-morning," he said. " I did n't know I was here." 

" You were carried upstairs when you were asleep," said the 
housekeeper. "This is your bedroom, and this is Dawson, who is 
to take care of you." 

Fauntleroy sat up in bed and held out his hand to Dawson, as 
he had held it out to the Earl. 

" How do you do, ma'am?" he. said. " I 'm much obliged to you 
for coming to take care of me." 

" You can call her Dawson, my lord," said the housekeeper with 
a smile. " She is used to being called Dawson." 

" Miss Dawson, or Mrs. Dawsan?" inquired his lordship. 

" Just Dawson, my lord," said Dawson herself, beaming all over. 
" Neither Miss nor Missis, bless your little heart ! Will you get up 
now, and let Dawson dress you, and then have your breakfast in the 
nursery ? " 

" I learned to dress myself many years ago, thank you," answered 
Fauntleroy. " Dearest taught me. '.Dearest' is my mamma. We 
had only Mary to do all the work, washing and all, and so of 


course it would n't do to give her so much trouble. I can take my 
bath, too, pretty well if you '11 just be kind enough to 'zamine the 
corners after I 'm done." 

' Dawson and the housekeeper exchanged glances. , 

" Dawson "will do anything you ask her to," said Mrs. Mellon. 

" That I will, bless him," said Dawson, in her comforting, good- 
humored voice. " He shall dress himself if he likes, and I'll stand 
by, ready to help him if he wants me." 

"Thank you," responded Lord Fauntleroy ; "it's a little hard 
sometimes about the buttons, you know, and then I have to ask 

He thought Dawson a very kind woman, and before the bath 
and the dressing were finished they were excellent friends, and he 
had found out a great deal about her. He had discovered that her 
husband had been a soldier and had been killed in a real battle, and 
that her son was a sailor, and was away on a long cruise, and that 
he had seen pirates and cannibals and Chinese people and Turks, 
and that he brought home strange shells and pieces of coral which 
Dawson was ready to show at any moment, some of them being in 
her trunk. All this was very interesting. He also found out that 
she had taken care of little children all her life, and that she had just 
come from a great house in another part of England, where she had 
been taking care of a beautiful little girl whose name was Lady 
Gwyneth Vaughn. 

"And she is a sort of relation of your lordship's," said Dawson. 
" And perhaps sometime you may see her." 

" Do you think I shall ?" said Fauntleroy. " I should like that. 
I never knew any little girls, but I always like to look at them." 

When he went into the adjoining room to take his breakfast, and 
saw what a great room it was, and found there was another adjoin- 
ing it which Dawson told him was his also, the feeling that he was 


very small indeed came over him again so strongly that he confided 
it to Dawson, as he sat down to the table on which the pretty break- 
fast service was arranged. 

"I am- a very little boy," he said rather wistfully, "to live in 
such a large castle, and have so many big rooms, don't you 
think so ? " 

"Oh! come!" said Dawson, "you feel just a little strange at 
first, that 's all; but you '11 get over that very soon, and then you '11 
like it here. It 's such a beautiful place, you know." 

" It 's a very beautiful place, of course," said Fauntleroy, with a 
little sigh; "but I should like it better if I did n't miss Dearest so. 
I always had my breakfast with her in the morning, and put the 
sugar and cream in her tea for her, and handed her the toast. That 
made it very sociable, of course." 

" Oh, well ! " answered Dawson, comfortingly, " you know you can 
see her every day, and there 's no knowing how much you '11 have 
to tell her. Bless you ! wait till you 've walked about a bit and 
seen things, the dogs, and the stables with all the horses in them. 
There 's one of them I know you '11 like to see " 

"Is there?" exclaimed Fauntleroy; "I 'm very fond of horses. 
I was very fond of Jim. He was the horse that belonged to 
Mr. Hobbs' grocery wagon. He was a beautiful horse when he 
was ,n't balky." 

" Well," said Dawson, " you just wait till you Ve seen what 's in 
the stables. And, deary me, you have n't looked even into the very- 
next room yet ! " 

" What is there ? " asked Fauntleroy. 

" Wait until you Ve had your breakfast, and then you shall see," 
said Dawson. 

At this he naturally began to grow curious, and he applied 
himself assiduously to his breakfast. It seemed to him that there 


must be something worth looking" at, in the next room ; Dawson 
had such a consequential, mysterious air. 

" Now, then/' he said, slipping off his seat a few minutes later; 
" I 've had enough. Can I go and look at it ? " 

Dawson nodded and led the way, looking more mysterious and 
important than ever. He began to be very much interested indeed. 
When she opened the door of the room, he stood upon the 
threshold and looked about him in amazement. He did not speak ; 
he only put his hands in his pockets and stood there flushing up to 
his forehead and looking in. 

He flushed up because he was so surprised and, for the moment, 
excited. To see such a place was enough to surprise any ordinary 

The room was a large one, too, as all the rooms seemed to be, 
and it appeared to him more beautiful than the rest, only in a differ- 
ent way. The furniture was not so massive and antique as was that 
in the rooms he had seen downstairs ; the draperies and rugs and 
walls were brighter ; there were shelves full of books, and on the 
tables were numbers of toys, beautiful, ingenious things, such as 
he had looked at with wonder and delight through the shop windows 
in New York. 

" It looks like a boy's room," he said at last, catching his breath 
a little. " Whom do they belong to ? " 

" Go and look at them," said Dawson. " They belong to you ! " 

"To me!" he cried; "to me? Why do they belong to me? 
Who gave them to me ? " And he sprang forward with a gay little 
shout. It seemed almost too much to be believed. " It was Grand- 
papa ! " he said, with his eyes as bright as stars. " I know it was 
Grandpapa ! " 

" Yes, it was his lordship," said Dawson ; " and if you will be a 
nice little gentleman, and not fret about things, and will enjoy 


yourself, and be happy all the day, he will give you anything you 
ask for." 

It was a tremendously exciting morning. There were so many 
things to be examined, so many experiments to be tried ; each nov- 
elty was so absorbing that he could scarcely turn from it to look at 
the next. And it was so curious to know that all this had been pre- 
pared for himself alone ; that, even before he had left New York, 
people had come down from London to arrange the rooms he was 
to occupy, and had provided the books and playthings most likely to 
interest him. 

" Did you ever know any one," he said to Dawson, " who had 
such a kind grandfather ! " 

Dawson's face wore an uncertain expression for a moment. She 
had not a very high opinion of his lordship the Earl. She had not 
been in the house many days, but she had been there long enough 
to hear the old nobleman's peculiarities discussed very freely in the 
servants' hall. 

" An' of all the wicious, savage, hill-tempered hold fellows it was 
ever my hill-luck to wear livery hunder," the tallest footman had 
said, " he 's the wiolentest and wust by a long shot." 

And this particular footman, whose name was Thomas, had 
also repeated to his companions below stairs some of the Earl's 
remarks to Mr. Havisham, when they had been discussing these very 

" Give him his own way, and fill his rooms with toys," my 
lord had said. " Give him what will amuse him, and he '11 forget 
about his mother quickly enough. Amuse him, and fill his mind with 
other things, and we shall have no trouble. That 's boy nature." 

So, perhaps, having had this truly amiable object in view, it did 
not please him so very much to find it did not seem to be exactly 
this particular boy's nature. The Earl had passed a bad night and 


had spent the morning in his room ; but at noon, after he had 
lunched, he sent for his grandson. 

Fauntleroy answered the summons at once. He came down 
the broad staircase with a bounding step ; the Earl heard him run 
across the hall, and then the door opened and he came in with red 
cheeks and sparkling eyes. 

" I was waiting for you to send for me," he said. " I was ready 
a long time ago. I 'm ever so much obliged to you for all those 
things ! I 'm ever so much obliged to you ! I have been playing 
with them all the morning." 

" Oh ! " said the Earl, " you like them, do you ?" 

"I like them so much well, I could n't tell you how much!" 
said Fauntleroy, his face glowing with delight. " There 's one that 's 
like baseball, only you play it on a board with black and white pegs, 
and you keep your score with some counters on a wire. I tried to 
teach Dawson, but she could n't quite understand it just at first 
you see, she never played baseball, being a lady ; and I 'm afraid I 
was n't very good at explaining it to her. But you know all about 
it, don't you ? " 

" I 'm afraid I don't," replied the Earl. " It 's an American game, 
is n't it? Is it something like cricket?" 

"I never saw cricket," said Fauntleroy ; " but Mr. Hobbs took 
me several times to see baseball. It 's a splendid game. You get 
so excited ! Would you like me to go and get my game and show 
it to you ? Perhaps it would amuse you and make you forget about 
your foot. Does your foot hurt you very much this morning ? " 

" More than I enjoy," was the answer. 

" Then perhaps you could n't forget it," said the little fellow anx- 
iously. " Perhaps it would bother you to be told about the game. 
Do you think it would amuse you, or do you think it would bother 
you ? " 


" Go and get it," said the Earl. 

It certainly was a novel entertainment this, making a com- 
panion of a child who offered to teach him to play games, but the 
very novelty of it amused him. There was a smile lurking about 
the Earl's mouth when Cedric came back with the box containing 
the game, in his arms, and an expression of the most eager interest 
on his face. 

" May I pull that little table over here to your chair ? " he asked. 

" Ring for Thomas," said the Earl. "He will place it for you." 

" Oh, I can do it myself," answered Fauntleroy. " It 's not very 

" Very well," replied his grandfather. The lurking smile deep- 
ened on the old man's face as he watched the little fellow's prepara- 
tions ; there was such an absorbed interest in them. The small 
table was dragged forward and placed by his chair, and the game 
taken from its box and arranged upon it. 

" It 's very interesting when you once begin," said Fauntleroy. 
" You see, the black pegs can be your side and the white ones mine. 
They 're men, you know, and once round the field is a home run and 
counts one and these are the outs and here is the first base and 
that 's the second and that 's the third and that 's the home base. 

He entered into the details of explanation with the greatest 
animation. He showed all the attitudes of pitcher and catcher and 
batter in the real game, and gave a dramatic description of a 
wonderful "hot ball" he had seen caught on the glorious occasion 
on which he had witnessed a match in company with Mr. Hobbs. 
His vigorous, graceful little body, his eager gestures, his simple 
enjoyment of it all, were pleasant to behold. 

When at last the explanations and illustrations were at an end 
and the game began in good earnest, the Earl still found himself 
entertained. His young companion was wholly absorbed ; he played 


with all his childish heart; his gay little laughs when he made a 
good throw, his enthusiasm over a " home run," his impartial delight 
over his own good luck and his opponent's, would have given a flavor 
to any game. 

If, a week before, any one had told the Earl of Dorincourt that 
on that particular morning he would be forgetting his gout and his 
bad temper in a child's game, played with black and white wooden 
pegs, on a gayly painted board, with a curly-headed small boy for a 
companion, he would without doubt have made himself very unpleas- 
ant ; and yet he certainly had forgotten himself when the door 
opened and Thomas announced a visitor. 

The visitor in question, who was an elderly gentleman in black, 
and no less a person than the clergyman of the parish, was so startled 
by the amazing scene which met his eye, that he almost fell back a 
pace, and ran some risk of colliding with Thomas. 

There was, in fact, no part of his duty that the Reverend Mr. 
Mordaunt found so decidedly unpleasant as that part which com- 
pelled him to call upon his noble patron at the Castle. His noble 
patron, indeed, usually made these visits as disagreeable as it lay in 
his lordly power to make them. He abhorred churches and charities, 
and flew into violent rages when any of his tenantry took the liberty 
of being poor and ill and needing assistance. When his gout was 
at its worst, he did not hesitate to announce that he would not be 
bored and irritated by being told stories of their miserable mis- 
fortunes ; when his gout troubled him less and he was in a somewhat 
more humane frame of mind, he would perhaps give the rector some 
money, after having bullied him in the most painful manner, and 
berated the whole parish for its shiftlessness and imbecility. But, 
whatsoever his mood, he never failed to make as many sarcastic and 
embarrassing speeches as possible, and to cause the Reverend Mr. Mor- 
daunt to wish it were proper and Christian-like to throw something 


heavy at him. During all the years in which Mr. Mordaunt had been 
in charge of Dorincourt parish, the rector certainly did not remember 
having seen his lordship, of his own free will, do any one a kindness, 
or, under any circumstances whatever, show that he thought of any 
one but himself. 

He had called to-day to speak to him of a specially pressing 
case, and as he had walked up the avenue, he had, for two reasons, 
dreaded his visit more than usual. In the first place, he knew that 
his lordship had for several days been suffering with the gout, and 
had been in so villainous a humor that rumors of it had even reached 
the village carried there by one of the young women servants, to 
her sister, who kept a little shop and retailed darning-needles and 
cotton and peppermints and gossip, as a means of 'earning an honest 
living. What Mrs. Dibble did not know about the Castle and its 
inmates, and the farm-houses and their inmates, and the village and 
its population, was really not worth being talked about. And of 
course she knew everything about the Castle, because her sister, 
Jane Shorts, was one of the upper housemaids, and was very frienclly 
and intimate with Thomas. 

" And the way his lordship do go on ! " said Mrs. Dibble, over 
the counter, " and the way he do use language, Mr. Thomas told 
Jane herself, no flesh and blood as is in livery could stand for 
throw a plate of toast at Mr. Thomas, hisself, he did, not more than 
two days since, and if it were n't for other things being agreeable 
and the society below stairs most genteel, warning would have been 
gave within a' hour ! " 

And the rector had heard all this, for somehow the Earl was a 
favorite black sheep in the cottages and farm-houses, and his bad 
behavior gave many a good woman something to talk about when 
she had company to tea. 


And the second reason was even worse, because it was a new 
one and had been talked about with the most excited interest. 

Who did not know of the old nobleman's fury when his hand- 
some son the Captain had married the American lady ? Who did 
not know how cruelly he had treated the Captain, and how the big, 
gay, sweet-smiling young man, who was the only member of the 
grand family any one liked, had died in a foreign land, poor and 
unforgiven ? Who did not know how fiercely his lordship had hated 
the poor young creature who had been this son's wife, and how he 
had hated the thought of her child and never meant to see the boy 
until his two sons died and left him without an heir ? And then, who 
did not know that he had looked forward without any affection or 
pleasure to his grandson's coming, and that he had made up his 
mind that he should find the boy a vulgar, awkward, pert American 
lad, more likely to disgrace his noble name than to honor it? 

The proud, angry old man thought he had kept all his thoughts 
secret. He did not suppose any one had dared to guess at, much 
less talk over what he felt, and dreaded ; but his servants watched 
him, and read his face and his ill-humors and fits of gloom, and dis- 
cussed them in the servants' hall. And while he thought himself 
quite secure from the common herd, Thomas was telling Jane and 
the cook, and the butler, and the housemaids and the other footmen 
that it was his opinion that " the hold man was wuss than usual 
a-thinkin' hover the Capting's boy, an' hanticipatin' as he wont be no 
credit to the fambly. An' serve him right," added Thomas; "hit 's 'is 
hown fault. Wot can he iggspect from a child brought up in pore 
circumstances in that there low Hamerica?" 

And as the Reverend Mr. Mordaunt walked under the great trees, 
he remembered that this questionable little boy had arrived at the 
Castle only the evening before, and that there were nine chances to 


one that his lordship's worst fears were realized, and twenty- two 
chances to one that if the poor little fellow had disappointed him, the 
Earl was even now in a tearing rage, and ready to vent all his ran- 
cor on the first person who called which it appeared probable 
would be his reverend self. 

Judge then of his amazement when, as Thomas opened the library 
door, his ears were greeted by a delighted" ring of childish laughter. 
" That 's two out! " shouted an excited, clear little voice. " You 
see it 's two out ! " 

And there was the Earl's chair, and the gout-stool, and his foot 
on it ; and by him a small table and a game on it ; and quite close 
to him, actually leaning against his arm and his ungouty knee, was a 
little boy with face glowing, and eyes dancing with excitement. "It 's 
two out!" the little stranger cried. "You had n't any luck that 
time, had you ? " And then they both recognized at once that some 
one had come in. 

The Earl glanced around, knitting his shaggy eyebrows as he 
had a trick of doing, and when he saw who it was, Mr. Mordaunt 
was still more surprised to see that he looked even less disagreeable 
than usual instead of more so. In fact, he looked almost as if he had 
forgotten for the moment how disagreeable he was, and how unpleas- 
ant he really could make himself when he tried. 

" Ah ! " he said, in his harsh voice, but giving his hand rather 
graciously. " Good-morning, Mordaunt. I Ve found a new employ- 
ment, you see." 

He put his other hand on Cedric's shoulder, perhaps deep 
down in his heart there was a stir of gratified pride that it was such 
an heir he -had to present; there was a spark of something like 
pleasure in his eyes as he moved the boy slightly forward. 

" This is the new Lord Fauntleroy," he said. " Fauntleroy, this 
is Mr. Mordaunt, the rector of the parish." 


Fauntleroy looked up at the gentleman in the clerical garments, 
and gave him his hand. 

" I am very glad to make your acquaintance, sir," he said, remem- 
bering the words he had heard Mr. Hobbs use on one or two occasions 
when he had been greeting a new customer with ceremony. Cedric felt 
quite sure that one ought to be more than usually polite to a minister. 
Mr. Mordaunt held the small hand in his a moment as he looked 
down at the child's face, smiling involuntarily. He liked the little 
fellow from that instant as in fact people always did like him. 
And it was not the boy's beauty and grace which most appealed to 
him; it was the simple, natural kindliness in the little lad which made 
any words he uttered, however quaint and unexpected, sound pleas- 
ant and sincere. As the rector looked at Cedric, he forgot to think 
of the Earl at all. Nothing in the world is so strong as a kind 
heart, and somehow this kind little heart, though it was only the 
heart of a child, seemed to clear all the atmosphere of the big 
gloomy room and make it brighter. 

" I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Lord Fauntleroy," 
said the rector. " You made a long journey to come to us. A great 
many people will be glad to know you made it safely." 

"It iuas a long way," answered Fauntleroy, " but Dearest, my 
mother, was with me and I was n't lonely. Of course you are never 
lonely if your mother is with you ; and the ship was beautiful." 

" Take a chair, Mordaunt," said the Earl. Mr. Mordaunt sat 
down. He glanced from Fauntleroy to the Earl. 

" Your lordship is greatly to be congratulated," he said warmly. 

But the Earl plainly had no intention of showing his feelings on 
the subject. 

" He is like his father," he said rather gruffly. " Let us hope 
he '11 conduct himself more creditably." And then he added : " Well, 
what is it this morning, Mordaunt? Who is in trouble now?" 


This was not as bad as Mr. Mordaunt had expected, but he 
hesitated a second before he began. 

" It is Higgins," he said; " Higgins of Edge Farm. He has 
been very unfortunate. He was ill himself last autumn, and his 
children had scarlet fever. I can't say that he is a very good 
manager, but he has had ill-luck, and of course he is behindhand in 


many ways. He is in trouble about his rent now. Newick tells 
him if he does n't pay it, he must leave the place ; and of course 
that would be a very serious matter. His wife is ill, and he came to 
me yesterday to beg me to see about it, and ask you for time. He 
thinks if you would give him time he could catch up again." 

" They all think that," said the Earl, looking rather black. 

Fauntleroy made a movement forward. He had been standing 
between his grandfather and the visitor, listening with all his might. 
He had begun to be interested in Higgins at once. He wondered 
how many children there were, and if the scarlet fever had hurt 
them very much. His eyes were wide open and were fixed upon 
Mr. Mordaunt with intent interest as that gentleman went on with 
the conversation. 

" Higgins is a well-meaning man," said the rector, making an 
effort to strengthen his plea. 

" He is a bad enough tenant," replied his lordship. " And he is 
always behindhand, Newick tells me." 

" He is in great trouble now," said the rector. 

" He is very fond of his wife and children, and if the farm is 
taken from him they may literally starve. He can not give them 
the nourishing things they need. Two of the children were left 
very low after the fever, and the doctor orders for them wine and 
luxuries that Higgins can not afford." 

At this Fauntleroy moved a step nearer. 

"That was the way with Michael," he said. 


The Earl slightly started. 

" I forgot you!" he said. " I forgot we had a philanthropist in 
the room. Who was Michael ? " And the gleam of queer amuse- 
ment came back into the old man's deep-set eyes. 

"He was Bridget's husband, who had the fever," answered Faunt- 
leroy; "and he could n't pay the rent or buy wine and things. 
And you gave me that money to help him." 

The Earl drew his brows together into a curious frown, which 
somehow was scarcely grim at all. He glanced across at Mr. 

" I don't know what sort of landed proprietor he will make," he 
said. " I told Havisham the boy was to have what he wanted 
anything he wanted and what he wanted, it seems, was money to 
give to beggars." 

" Oh ! but they were n't beggars," said Fauntleroy eagerly. 
" Michael was a splendid bricklayer ! They all worked." 

"Oh!" said the Earl, "they were not beggars. They were 
splendid bricklayers, and bootblacks, and apple- women." 

He bent his gaze on the boy for a few seconds in silence. The 
fact was that a new thought was coming to him, and though, per- 
haps, it was not prompted by the noblest emotions, it was not a bad 
thought. " Come here," he said, at last. 

Fauntleroy went and stood as near to him as possible without 
encroaching on the gouty foot. 

" What would you do in this case? " his lordship asked. 

It must be confessed that Mr. Mordaunt experienced for the 
moment a curious sensation. Being a man of great thoughtfulness, 
and having spent so many years on the estate of Dorincourt, know- 
ing the tenantry, rich and poor, the people of the village, honest 
and industrious, dishonest and lazy, he realized very strongly what 
power for good or evil would be given in the future to this one 


small boy standing there, his brown eyes wide open, his hands deep 
in his pockets ; and the thought came to him also that a great deal 
of power might, perhaps, through the caprice of a proud, self-indul- 
gent old man, be given to him now, and that if his young nature 
were not a simple and generous one, it might be the worst thing 
that could happen, not only for others, but for himself. 

" And what would you do in such a case? " demanded the Earl. 

Fauntleroy drew a little nearer, and laid one hand on his knee, 
with the most confiding air of good comradeship. 

" If I were very rich," he said, " and not only just a little boy, I 
should let him stay, and give him the things for his children ; but 
then, I am only a boy." Then, after a second's pause, in which his 
face brightened visibly, " You can do anything, can't you ? " he said. 

" Humph ! " said my lord, staring at him. " That 's your opinion, 
is it? " And he was not displeased either. 

" I mean you can give any one anything," said Fauntleroy. 
" Who 's Newick?" 

" He is my agent," answered the earl, "and some of my tenants 
are not over-fond of him." 

" Are you going to write him a letter now ? " inquired Fauntleroy. 
" Shall I bring you the pen and ink ? I can take the game off this 

It plainly had not for an instant occurred to him that Newick 
would be allowed to do his worst. 

The Earl paused a moment, still looking at him. " Can you 
write ? " he asked. 

" Yes," answered Cedric, "but not very well." 

"Move the things from the table," commanded my lord, "and 
bring the pen and ink, and a sheet of paper from my desk." 

Mr. Mordaunt's interest began to increase. Fauntleroy did as 
he was told very deftly. In a few moments, the sheet of paper, the 
big inkstand, and the pen were ready. 



" There ! " he said gayly, " now you can write it." 

" You are to write it," said the Earl. 

" I ! " exclaimed Fauntleroy, and a flush overspread his forehead. 
"Will it do if I write it? I don't always spell quite right when I 
have n't a dictionary, and nobody tells me." 

" It will do," answered the Earl. " Higgins will not complain of 
the spelling. I 'm not the philanthropist ; you are. Dip your pen 
in the ink." 

Fauntleroy took up the pen and dipped it in the ink-bottle, then 
he arranged himself in position, leaning on the table. 

" Now," he inquired, "what must I say? " 

" You may say, ' Higgins is not to be interfered with, for the 
present,' and sign it, ' Fauntleroy,' " said the Earl. 

Fauntleroy dipped his pen in the ink again, and resting his arm, 
began to write. It was rather a slow and serious process, but he 
gave his whole soul to it. After a while, however, the manuscript 
was complete, and he handed it to his grandfather with a smile 
slightly tinged with anxiety. 

" Do you think it will do ? " he asked. 

The Earl looked at it, and the corners of his mouth twitched a 

"Yes," he answered; "Higgins will find it entirely satisfactory." 
And he handed it to Mr. Mordaunt. 

What Mr. Mordaunt found written was this: 

" Dear mr. Newik if you pleas mr. higins is not to be inturfeared with for the 
present and oblige Yours rispecferly 


" Mr. Hobbs always signed his letters that way," said Fauntleroy ; 
" and I thought I 'd better say ' please.' Is that exactly the right 
way to spell ' interfered ' ? " 


" It 's not exactly the way it is spelled in the dictionary," 
answered the Earl. 

" I was afraid of that," said Fauntleroy. " I ought to have asked. 
You see, that 's the way with words of more than one syllable ; you 
have to look in the dictionary. It 's always safest. I '11 write it over 

And write it over again he did, making quite an imposing copy, 
and taking precautions in the matter of spelling by consulting the 
Earl himself. 

" Spelling is a curious thing," he said. " It 's so often different 
from what you expect it to be. I used to think ' please ' was spelled 
p-1-e-e-s, but it is n't, you know; and you 'd think 'dear' was 
spelled d-e-r-e, if you did n't inquire. Sometimes it almost discour- 
ages you." 

When Mr. Mordaunt went away, he took the letter with him, 
and he took something else with him also namely, a pleasanter 
feeling and a more hopeful one than he had' ever carried home with 
him down that avenue on any previous visit he had made at Dorin- 
court Castle. 

When he was gone, Fauntleroy, who had accompanied him to 
the door, went back to his grandfather. 

" May I go to Dearest now ? " he asked. " I think she will be 
waiting for me." 

The Earl was silent a moment. 

" There is something in the stable for you to see first," he said. 
" Ring the bell." 

" If you please," said Fauntleroy, with his quick little flush. " I 'm 
very much obliged; but I think I 'd better see it to-morrow. She 
will be expecting me all the time." 

"Very well," answered the Earl. "We will order the carriage." 
Then he added dryly, " It 's a pony." 


Fauntleroy drew a long breath. 

" A pony ! " he exclaimed. " Whose pony is it ? " 

" Yours," replied the Earl. 

"Mine?" cried the little fellow. "Mine like the things 
upstairs ? " 

"Yes," said his grandfather. "Would you like to see it? Shall 
I order it to be brought around ? " 

Fauntleroy's cheeks grew redder and redder. 

" I never thought I should have a pony ! " he said. " I never 
thought that ! How glad Dearest will be. You give me everything, 
don't you?" 

" Do you wish to see it?" inquired the Earl. 

Fauntleroy drew a long breath. " I want to see it," he said. 
" I want to see it so much I can hardly wait. But I 'm afraid there 
is n't time." 

" You must go and see your mother this afternoon ? " asked the 
Earl. " You think you can't put it off? " 

" Why," said Fauntleroy, " she has been thinking about me all the 
morning, and I have been thinking about her ! " 

" Oh ! " said the Earl. " You have, have you? Ring the bell." 

As they drove down the avenue, under the arching trees, he was 
rather silent. But Fauntleroy was not. He talked about the pony. 
What color was it? How big was it? What was its name ? What 
did it like to eat best? How old was it? How early in the morn- 
ing might he get up and see it ? 

" Dearest will be so glad ! " he kept saying. " She will be so 
much obliged to you for being so kind to me ! She knows I always 
liked ponies so much, but we never thought I should have one. 
There was a little boy on Fifth Avenue who had, and he used 
to ride out every morning and we used to take a walk past his house 
to see him." 


He leaned back against the cushions and regarded the Earl 
with rapt interest for a few minutes and in entire silence. 

" I think you must be the best person in the world," he burst 
forth at last. "You are always doing good, are n't you? and 
thinking about other people. Dearest says that is the best kind of 
goodness ; not to think about yourself, but to think about other peo- 
ple. That is just the way you are, is n't it? " 

His lordship was so dumfounded to find himself presented in 
such agreeable colors, that he did not know exactly what to say. 
He felt that he needed time for reflection. To see each of his ugly, 
selfish motives changed into a good and generous one by the sim- 
plicity of a child was a singular experience. 

Fauntleroy went on, still regarding him with admiring eyes 
those great, clear, innocent eyes ! 

" You make so many people happy," he said. " There 's Michael 
and Bridget and their ten children, and the apple-woman, and Dick, 
and Mr. Hobbs, and Mr. Higgins and Mrs. Higgins and their chil- 
dren, and Mr. Mordaunt, because of course he was glad, and 
Dearest and me, about the pony and all the other things. Do you 
know, I Ve counted it up on my fingers and in my mind, and it 's 
twenty-seven people you Ve been kind to. That 's a good many 
twenty-seven !" 

" And I was the person who was kind to them was I ?" said the 

" Why, yes, you know," answered Fauntleroy. " You made them 
all happy. Do you know," with some delicate hesitation, " that people 
are sometimes mistaken about earls when they don't know them. Mr. 
Hobbs was. I am going to write him, and tell him about it." 

"What was Mr. Hobbs's opinion of earls?" asked his lordship. 

" Well, you see, the difficulty was," replied his young companion, 
" that he did n't know any, and he 'd only read about them in books. 


He thought you must n't mind it that they were gory tyrants; 
and he said he would n't have them hanging around his store. But 
if he 'd known you, I 'm sure he would have felt quite different. I 
shall tell him about you." 

" What shall you tell him ? " 

" I shall tell him," said Fauntleroy, glowing with enthusiam, "that 
you are the kindest man I ever heard of. And you are always 
thinking of other people, and making them happy and and I hope 
when I grow up, I shall be just like you." 

" Just like me ! " repeated his lordship, looking at the little kind- 
ling face. And a dull red crept up under his withered skin, and he 
suddenly turned his eyes away and looked out of the carriage win- 
dow at the great beech-trees, with the sun shining on their glossy, 
red-brown leaves. 

" Just like you," said Fauntleroy, adding modestly, " if I can. 
Perhaps I 'm not good enough, but I 'm going to try." 

The carriage rolled on down the stately avenue under the beau- 
tiful, broad-branched trees, through the spaces of green shade and 
lanes of golden sunlight. Fauntleroy saw again the lovely places 
where the ferns grew high and the bluebells swayed in the breeze ; 
he saw the deer, standing or lying in the deep grass, turn their 
large, startled eyes as the carriage passed, and caught glimpses of 
the brown rabbits as they scurried away. He heard the whir of 
the partridges and the calls and songs of the birds, and it all seemed 
even more beautiful to him than before. All his heart was filled 
with pleasure and happiness in the beauty that was on every side. 
But the old Earl saw and heard very different things, though he was 
apparently looking out too. He saw a long life, in which there had 
. been neither generous deeds nor kind thoughts ; he saw years in 
which a man who had been young and strong and rich and power- 
ful had used his youth and strength and wealth and power only to 


please himself and kill time as the days and years succeeded each 
other ; he saw this man, when the time had been killed and old age 
had come, solitary and without real friends in the midst of all his 
splendid wealth ; he saw people who disliked or feared him, and 
people who would flatter and cringe to him, but no one who really 
cared whether he lived or died, unless they had something to gain 
or lose by it. He looked out on the broad acres which belonged to 
him, and he knew what Fauntleroy did not how far they extended, 
what wealth they represented, and how many people had homes on 
their soil. And he knew, too, another thing Fauntleroy did not, 
that in all those homes, humble or well-to-do, there was probably 
not one person, however much he envied the wealth and stately 
name and power, and however willing he would have been to possess 
them, who would for an instant have thought of calling the noble 
owner "good," or wishing, as this simple-souled little boy had, to 
be like him. 

And it was not exactly pleasant to reflect upon, even for a cyni- 
cal, worldly old man, who had been sufficient unto himself for sev- 
enty years and who had never deigned to care what opinion the 
world held of him so long as it did not interfere with his comfort 
or entertainment. And the fact was, indeed, that he had never 
before condescended to reflect upon it at all ; and he only did so now 
because a child had believed him better than he was, and by wishing 
to follow in his illustrious footsteps and imitate his example, had 
suggested to him the curious question whether he was exactly the 
person to take as a model. 

Fauntleroy thought the Earl's foot must be hurting him, his 
brows knitted themselves together so, as he looked out at the park ; 
and thinking this, the considerate little fellow tried not to disturb 
him, and enjoyed the trees and the ferns and the deer in silence. 
But at last the carriage, having passed the gates and bowled 


through the green lanes for a short distance, stopped. They had 
reached Court Lodge ; and Fauntleroy was out upon the ground 
almost before the big footman had time to open the carriage door. 
The Earl wakened from his reverie with a start. 

" What ! " he said. " Are we here ?" 

" Yes," said Fauntleroy. " Let me give you your stick. Just 
lean on me when you get out." 

" I am not going to get out," replied his lordship brusquely. 

" Not not to see Dearest ? " exclaimed Fauntleroy with aston- 
ished face. 

" ' Dearest ' will excuse me," said the Earl dryly. " Go to her 
and tell her that not even a new pony would keep you away." 

" She will be disappointed," said Fauntleroy. " She will want to 
see you very much." 

" I am afraid not," was the answer. " The carriage will call for 
you as we come back. Tell Jeffries to drive on, Thomas." 

Thomas closed the carriage door ; and, after a puzzled look, 
Fauntleroy ran up the drive. The Earl had the opportunity as 
Mr. Havisham once had of seeing a pair of handsome, strong lit- 
tle legs flash over the ground with astonishing rapidity. Evidently 
their owner had ' no intention of losing any time. The carriage 
rolled slowly away, but his lordship did not at once lean back ; he 
still looked out. Through a space in the trees he could see the 
house door ; it was wide open. The little figure dashed up the 
steps ; another figure a little figure, too, slender and young, in its 
black gown ran to meet it. It seemed as if they flew together, 
as Fauntleroy leaped into his mother's arms, hanging about her 
neck and covering her sweet young face with kisses. 


ON the following Sunday morning, Mr. Mordaunt had a large 
congregation. Indeed, he could scarcely remember any 
Sunday on which the church had been so crowded. People 
appeared upon the scene who seldom did him the honor of coming to 
hear his sermons. There were even people from Hazelton, which was 
the next parish. There were hearty, sunburned farmers, stout, comfort- 
able, apple-cheeked wives in their best bonnets and most gorgeous 
shawls, and half a dozen children or so to each family. The doctor's 
wife was there, with her four daughters. Mrs. Kimsey and Mr. Kimsey, 
who kept the druggist's shop, and made pills, and did up powders 
for everybody within ten miles, sat in their pew ; Mrs. Dibble in 
hers; Miss Smiff, the village dressmaker, and her friend Miss Perkins, 
the milliner, sat in theirs ; the doctor's young man was present, and 
the druggist's apprentice ; in fact, almost every family on the 
county side was represented, in one way or another. 

In the course of the preceding week, many wonderful stories had 
been told of little Lord Fauntleroy. Mrs. Dibble had been kept so 
busy attending to customers who came in to buy a pennyworth of 
needles or a ha'porth of tape and to hear what she had to relate, that 
the little shop bell over the door had nearly tinkled itself to death 
over the coming and going. Mrs. Dibble knew exactly how his 
small lordship's rooms had been furnished for him, what expensive 
toys had been bought, how there was a beautiful brown pony await- 
ing him, and a small groom to attend it, and a little dog-cart, with 


silver-mounted harness. And she could tell, too, what all the ser- 
vants had said when they had caught glimpses of the child on the 
night of his arrival ; and how every female below stairs had said 
it was a shame, so it was, to part the poor pretty dear from his 
mother ; and had all declared their hearts came into their mouths 
when he went alone into the library to see his grandfather, for 
"there was no knowing how he 'd be treated, and his lordship's 
temper was enough to fluster them with old heads on their 
shoulders, let alone a child." 

" But if you '11 believe me, Mrs. Jennifer, mum," Mrs. Dibble 
had said, "fear that child does not know so Mr. Thomas hisself 
says ; an' set an' smile he did, an' talked to his lordship as if 
they 'd been friends ever since his first hour. An' the Earl so 
took aback, Mr. Thomas says, that he could n't do nothing but 
listen and stare from under his eyebrows. An' it 's Mr. Thomas's 
opinion, Mrs. Bates, mum, that bad as he is, he was pleased in his 
secret soul, an' proud, too ; for a handsomer little fellow, or with 
better manners, though so old-fashioned, Mr. Thomas says he 'd 
never wish to see." 

And then there had come the story of Higgins. The Reverend 
Mr. Mordaunt had told it at his own dinner table, and the servants 
who had heard it had told it in the kitchen, and from there it had 
spread like wildfire. 

And on market-day, when Higgins had appeared in town, he 
had been questioned on every side, and Newick had been questioned 
too, and in response had shown to two or three people the note 
signed " Fauntleroy." 

And so the farmers' wives had found plenty to talk of over their 
tea and their shopping, and they had done the subject full justice and 
made the most of it. And on Sunday they had either walked to 
church or had been driven in their gigs by their husbands, who 


were perhaps a trifle curious themselves about the new little lord 
who was to be in time the owner of the soil. 

It was by no means the Earl's habit to attend church, but he 
chose to appear on this first Sunday it was his whim to present 
himself in the huge family pew, with Fauntleroy at his side. 

There were many loiterers in the churchyard, and many lin- 
gerers in the- lane that morning. There were groups at the gates and 
in the porch, and there had been much discussion as to whether my 
lord would really appear or not. When this discussion was at its 
height, one good woman suddenly uttered an exclamation. 

" Eh," she said, "that must be the mother, pretty young thing." 

All who heard turned and looked at the slender figure in black 
coming up the path. The veil was thrown back from her face and 
they could see how fair and sweet it was, and how the bright hair 
curled as softly as a child's under the little widow's cap. 

She was not thinking of the people about ; she was thinking of 
Cedric, and of his visits to her, and his joy over his new pony, on 
which he had actually ridden to her door the day before, sitting very 
straight and looking very proud and happy. But soon she could 
not help being attracted by the fact that she was being looked at 
and that her arrival had created some sort of sensation. She first 
noticed it because an old woman in a red cloak made a bobbing 
courtesy to her, and then another did the same thing and said, " God 
bless you, my lady ! " and one man after another took off his hat as she 
passed. For a moment she did not understand, and then she real- 
ized that it was because she was little Lord Fauntleroy's mother that 
they did so, and she flushed rather shyly and smiled and bowed too, 
and said, " Thank you," in a gentle voice to the old woman who 
had blessed her. To a person who had always lived in a bustling, 
crowded American city this simple deference was very novel, and at 
first just a little embarrassing ; but after all, she could not help lik- 


ing and being touched by the friendly warm-heartedness of which it 
seemed to speak. She had scarcely passed through the stone porch 
into the church before the great event of the day happened. The 
carriage from the Castle, with its handsome horses and tall liveried 
servants, bowled around the corner and down the green lane. 

" Here they come ! " went from one looker-on to another. 

And then the carriage drew up, and Thomas stepped down and 
opened the door, and a little boy, dressed in black velvet, and with 
a splendid mop of bright waving hair, jumped out. 

Every man, woman, and child looked curiously upon him. 

" He 's the Captain over again ! " said those of the on-lookers 
who remembered his father. " He 's the Captain's self, to the life !" 
He stood there in the sunlight looking up at the Earl, as 
Thomas helped that nobleman out, with the most affectionate inter- 
est that could be imagined. The instant he could help, he put out 
his hand and offered his shoulder as if he had been seven feet high. 
It was plain enough to every one that however it might be with 
other people, the Earl of Dorincourt struck no terror into the breast 
of his grandson. 

" Just lean on me," they heard him say. " How glad the people 
are to see you, and how well they all seem to know you !" 

" Take off your cap, Fauntleroy," said the Earl. " They are 
bowing to you." 

" To me ! " cried Fauntleroy, whipping off his cap in a moment, 
baring his bright head to the crowd and turning shining, puzzled 
eyes on them as he tried to bow to every one at once. 

" God bless your lordship ! " said the courtesying, red-cloaked old 
woman who had spoken to his mother ; "long life to you ! " 

" Thank you, ma'am," said Fauntleroy. And then they went into 
the church, and were looked at there, on their way up the aisle to 
the square, red-cushioned and curtained pew. When Fauntleroy was 



fairly seated, he made two discoveries which pleased him : the first 
that, across the church where he could look at her, his mother sat 
and smiled at him ; the second, that at one end of the pew, against 
the wall, knelt two quaint figures carven in stone, facing each other 
as they kneeled on either side of a pillar supporting two stone 
missals, their pointed hands folded as if in prayer, their dress very 
antique and strange. On the tablet by them was written something 

of which he could only read 
the curious words : 

" Here lyeth ye bodye of 
Gregorye Arthure Fyrst Earle 
of Dorincourt Allsoe of Ali- 
sone Hildegarde hys wyfe." 

" May I whisper ? " inquired 
his lordship, devoured by 

"What is it?" said his 

" Who are they ? " 
" Some of your ancestors," 
answered the Earl, "who lived 
a few hundred years ago." 

" Perhaps," said Lord Fauntleroy, regarding them with respect, 
".perhaps I got my spelling from them." And then he proceeded 
to find his place in the church service. When the music began, he 
stood up and looked across at his mother, smiling. He was very 
fond of music, and his mother and he often sang together, so he 
joined in with the rest, his pure, sweet, high voice rising as clear as 
the song of a bird. He quite forgot himself in his pleasure in it 
The Earl forgot himself a little too, as he sat in his curtain-shielded 
corner of the pew and watched the boy. Cedric stood with the 


big psalter open in his hands, singing with all his childish might, 
his face a little uplifted, happily ; and as he sang, a long ray of sun- 
shine crept in and, slanting through a golden pane of a stained glass 
window, brightene.d the falling hair about his young head. His 
mother, as she looked at him across the church, felt a thrill pass 
through her heart, and a prayer rose in it too, a prayer that the 
pure, simple happiness of his childish soul might last, and that the 
strange, great fortune which had fallen to him might bring no wrong 
or evil with it. There were many soft, anxious thoughts in her ten- 
der heart in those new days. 

" Oh, Ceddie ! " she had said to him the evening before, as she 
hung over him in saying good-night, before he went away; "oh, 
Ceddie, dear, I wish for your sake I was very clever and could say 
a great many wise things ! But only be good, dear, only be brave, 
only be kind and true always, and then you will never hurt any one, 
so long as you live, and you may help many, and the big world may 
be better because my little child was born. And that is best of all, 
Ceddie, it is better than everything else, that the world should be 
a little better because a man has lived even ever so little better, 

And on his return to the Castle, Fauntleroy had repeated her 
words to his grandfather. 

" And I thought about you when she said that," he ended ; " and 
I told her that was the way the world was because you had lived, 
and I was going to try if I could be like you." 

"And what did she say to that?" asked his lordship, a trifle 

" She said that was right, and we must always look for good in 
people and try to be like it." 

Perhaps it was this the old man remembered as he glanced 
through the divided folds of the red curtain of his pew. Many 



times he looked over the people's heads to where his son's wife sat 
alone, and he saw the fair face the unforgiven dead had loved, and 
the eyes which were so like those of the child at his side ; but what 


his thoughts were, and whether they were hard and bitter, or soft- 
ened a little, it would have been hard to discover. 

As they came out of church, many of those who had attended 
the service stood waiting to see them pass. As they neared the 


gate, a man who stood with his hat in his hand made a step forward 
and then hesitated. He was a middle-aged farmer, with a careworn 

" Well, Higgins," said the Earl. 
Fauntleroy turned quickly to look at him. 

" Oh ! " he exclaimed, " is it Mr. Higgins? " 

" Yes," answered the Earl dryly; "and I suppose he came to 
take a look at his new landlord." 

" Yes, my lord," said the man, his sunburned face reddening. 
" Mr. Newick told me his young lordship was kind enough to speak 
for me, and I thought I 'd like to say a word of thanks, if I might 
be allowed." 

Perhaps he felt some wonder when he saw what a little fellow it 
was who had innocently done so much for him, and who stood there 
looking up just as one of his own less fortunate children might have 
done apparently not realizing his own importance in the least. 

" I Ve a great deal to thank your lordship for," he said; "a great 
deal. I- 

" Oh," said Fauntleroy ; " I only wrote the letter. It was my 
grandfather who did it. But you know how he is about always 
being good to everybody. Is Mrs. Higgins well now ? " 

Higgins looked a trifle taken aback. He also was somewhat 
startled at hearing his noble landlord presented in the character of a 
benevolent being, full of engaging qualities. 

"I well, yes, your lordship," he stammered, "the missus is 
better since the trouble was took off her mind. It was worrying 
broke her down." 

" I 'm glad of that," said Fauntleroy. " My grandfather was 
very sorry about your children having the scarlet fever, and so 
was I. He has had children himself. I 'm his son's little boy, 
you know." 


Higgins was on the verge of being panic-stricken. He felt it 
would be the safer and more discreet plan not to look at the Earl, as 
it had been well known that his fatherly affection for his sons had been 
such that he had seen them about twice a year, and that when they 
had been ill, he had promptly departed for London, because he 
would not be bored with doctors and nurses. It was a little try- 
ing, therefore, to his lordship's nerves to be told, while he looked on, 
his eyes gleaming from under his shaggy eyebrows, that he felt an 
interest in scarlet fever. 

" You see, Higgins," broke in the Earl with a fine grim smile, 
"you people have been mistaken in me. Lord Fauntleroy under- 
stands me. When you want reliable information on the subject of 
my character, apply to him. Get into the carriage, Fauntleroy." 

And Fauntleroy jumped in, and the carriage rolled away down 
the green lane, and even when it turned the corner into the high 
road, the Earl was still grimly smiling. 


CD DORINCOURT had occasion to wear his grim smile many a 
time as the days passed by. Indeed, as his acquaintance with 
his grandson progressed, he wore the smile so often that there 
were moments when it almost lost its grimness. There is no deny- 
ing that before Lord Fauntleroy had appeared on the scene, the old 
man had been growing very tired of his loneliness and his gout and 
his seventy years. After so long a life of excitement and amuse- 
ment, it was not agreeable to sit alone even in the most splendid 
room, with one foot on a gout-stool, and with no other diversion 
than flying into a rage, and shouting at a frightened footman who 
hated the sight of him. The old Earl was too clever a man not to 
know perfectly well that his servants detested him, and that even if 
he had visitors, they did not come for love of him though some 
found a sort of amusement in his sharp, sarcastic talk, which spared 
no one. So long as he had been strong and well, he had gone from 
one place to another, pretending to amuse himself, though he had 
not really enjoyed it ; and when his health began to fail, he felt tired 
of everything and shut himself up at Dorincourt, with his gout and 
his newspapers and his books. But he could not read all the time, 
and he became more and more "bored," as he called it. He hated 
the long nights and days, and he grew more and more savage and 
irritable. And then Fauntleroy came ; and when the Earl saw 
him, fortunately for the little fellow, the secret pride of the grand- 
father was gratified at the outset. If Cedric had been a less hand- 


some little fellow, the old man might have taken so strong a dislike 
to him that he would not have given himself the chance to see 
his grandson's finer qualities. But he chose to think that Cedric's 
beauty and fearless spirit were the results of the Dorincourt blood 
and a credit to the Dorincourt rank. And then when he heard the 
lad talk, and saw what a well-bred little fellow he was, notwithstand- 
ing his boyish ignorance of all that his new position meant, the old 
Earl liked his grandson more, and actually began to find himself 
rather entertained. It had amused him to give into those childish 
hands the power to bestow a benefit on poor Higgins. My lord 
cared nothing for poor Higgins, but it pleased him a little to 
think that his grandson would be talked about by the country 
people and would begin to be popular with the tenantry, even 
in his childhood. Then it had gratified him to drive to church 
with Cedric and to see the excitement and interest caused by the 
arrival. He knew how the people would speak of the beauty of the 
little lad ; of his fine, strong, straight body ; of his erect bear- 
ing, his handsome face, and his bright hair, and how they would say 
(as the Earl had heard one woman exclaim to another) that the boy 
was " every inch a lord." My lord of Dorincourt was an arrogant 
old man, proud of his name, proud of his rank, and therefore proud 
to show the world that at last the House of Dorincourt had an heir 
who was worthy of the position he was to fill. 

The morning the new pony had been tried, the Earl had been 
so pleased that he had almost forgotten his gout. When the groom 
had brought out the pretty creature, which arched its brown, glossy 
neck and tossed its fine head in the sun, the Earl had sat at the open 
window of the library and had looked on while Fauntleroy took his 
first riding lesson. He wondered if the boy would show signs of 
timidity. It was not a very small pony, and he had often seen 
children lose courage in making their first essay at riding. 


Fauntleroy mounted in great delight. He had never been on 
a pony before, and he was in the highest spirits. Wilkins, the 
groom, led the animal by the bridle up and down before ihe library 

" He 's a well plucked un, he is," Wilkins remarked in the stable 
afterward with many grins. " It were n't no trouble to put him up. 
An' a old un would n't ha' sat any straighter when he were up. He 
ses ses he to me, 'Wilkins,' he ses, 'am I sitting up straight? 
They sit up straight at the circus,' ses he. An' I ses, ' As straight 
as a arrer, your lordship ! ' an' he laughs, as pleased as could be, 
an' he ses, 'That 's right,' he ses, 'you tell me if I don't sit up 
straight, Wilkins!'" 

But sitting up straight and being led at a walk were not 
altogether and completely satisfactory. After a few minutes, Faunt- 
leroy spoke to his grandfather watching him from the window: 

" Can't I go by myself? " he asked; "and can't I go faster? The 
boy on Fifth Avenue used to trot and canter ! " 

" Do you think you could trot and canter? " said the Earl. 

" I should like to try," answered Fauntleroy. 

His lordship made a sign to Wilkins, who at the signal brought 
up his own horse and mounted it and took Fauntleroy's pony by the 

" Now," said the Earl, "let him trot." 

The next few minutes were rather exciting to the small eques- 
trian. He found that trotting was not so easy as walking, and the 
faster the pony trotted, the less easy it was. 

"It j-jolts a g-goo-good deal do-does n't it?" he said to 
Wilkins. " D-does it j-jolt y-you ? " 

" No, my lord," answered Wilkins. " You '11 get used to it in 
time. Rise in your stirrups." 

" I 'm ri-rising all the t-time," said Fauntleroy. 


He was both rising and falling rather uncomfortably and with 
many shakes and bounces. He was out of breath and his face grew 
red, but he held on with all his might, and sat as straight as he 
could. The Earl could see that from his window. When the riders 
came back within speaking distance, after they had been hidden by 
the trees a few minutes, Fauntleroy's hat was off, his cheeks were 
like poppies, and his lips were set, but he was still trotting manfully. 

" Stop a minute ! " said his grandfather. " Where 's your hat ? " 

Wilkins touched his. "It fell off, your lordship," he said, with 
evident enjoyment. " Would n't let me stop to pick it up, my lord." 

" Not much afraid, is he ? " asked the Earl dryly. 

" Him, your lordship ! " exclaimed Wilkins. " I should n't say as 
he knowed what it meant. I Ve taught young gen'lemen to ride 
afore, an' I never see one stick on more determinder." 

" Tired ? " said the Earl to Fauntleroy. " Want to get off? " 

" It jolts you more than you think it will," admitted his young 
lordship frankly. "And it tires you a little, too; but I don't want 
to get off. I want to learn how. As soon as I Ve got my breath I 
want to go back for the hat." 

The cleverest person in the world, if he had undertaken to 
teach Fauntleroy how to please the old man who watched him, could 
not have taught him anything which would have succeeded better. 
As the pony trotted off again toward the avenue, a faint color crept 
up in the fierce old face, and the eyes, under the shaggy brows, 
gleamed with a pleasure such as his lordship had scarcely expected 
to know again. And he sat and watched quite eagerly until the 
sound of the horses' hoofs returned. When they did come, which 
was after some time, they came at a faster pace. Fauntleroy's hat 
was still off; Wilkins was carrying it for him ; his cheeks were red- 
der than before, and his hair was flying about his ears, but he came 
at quite a brisk canter. 



" There ! " he panted, as they drew up, "I c-cantered. I did n't do 
it as well as the boy on Fifth Avenue, but I did it, and I staid on ! " 
He and Wilkins and the pony were close friends after that. 
Scarcely a day passed in which the country people did not see them 
out together, cantering gayly on the highroad or through the green 
lanes. The children in the cottages would run to the door to look 
at the proud little brown pony with the gallant little figure sitting so 
straight in the saddle, and the young lord would snatch off his cap 
and swing it at them, and shout, " Hullo ! Good-morning ! " in a 
very unlordly manner, though with great heartiness. Sometimes he 
would stop and talk with the children, and once Wilkins came back 
to the castle with a story of how Fauntleroy had insisted on dis- 
mounting near the village school, so that a boy who was lame and 
tired might ride home on his pony. 

"An' I 'm blessed," said Wilkins, in telling the story at the 
stables, " I 'm blessed if he 'd hear of anything else! He would 
n't let me get down, because he said the boy might n't feel comfort- 
able on a big horse. An' ses he, 'Wilkins,' ses he, 'that boy 's lame 
and I 'm not, and I want to talk to him, too.' And up the lad has to 
get, and my lord trudges alongside of him with his hands in his 
pockets, and his cap on the back of his head, a- whistling and talking 
as easy as you please ! And when we come to the cottage, an' the 
boy's mother come out all in a taking to see what 's up, he whips 
off his cap an' ses he, ' I Ve brought your son home, ma'am,' ses he, 
'because his leg hurt him, and I don't think that stick is enough for 
him to lean on ; and I 'm going to ask my grandfather to have a pair 
of crutches made for him.' An' I 'm blessed if the woman was n't 
struck all of a heap, as well she might be ! I thought I should 'a' 
hex-plodid, myself! " 

When the Earl heard the story he was npt angry, as Wilkins 
had been half afraid that he would be ; on the contrary, he laughed 


outright, and called Fauntleroy up to him, and made him tell all about 
the matter from beginning to end, and then he laughed again. And 
actually, a few days later, the Dorincourt carriage stopped in the 
green lane before the cottage where the lame boy lived, and Faunt- 
leroy jumped out and walked up to the door, carrying a pair of 
strong, light, new crutches shouldered like a gun, and presented 
them to Mrs. Hartle (the lame boy's name was Hartle) with these 
words: "My grandfather's compliments, and if you please, these 
are for your boy, and we hope he will get better." 

" I said your compliments," he explained to the Earl when he 
returned to the carriage. "You did n't tell me to, but I thought 
perhaps you forgot. That was right, was n't it ? " 

And the Earl laughed again, and did not say it was not. In 
fact, the two were becoming more intimate every day, and every 
day Fauntleroy's faith in his lordship's benevolence and virtue in- 
creased. He had no doubt whatever that his grandfather was the 
most amiable and generous of elderly gentlemen. Certainly, he 
himself found his wishes gratified almost before they were uttered ; 
and such gifts and pleasures were lavished upon him, that he was 
sometimes almost bewildered by his own possessions. Apparently, 
he was to have everything he wanted, and to do everything he 
wished to do. And though this would certainly not have been a 
very wise plan to pursue with all small boys, his young lordship 
bore it amazingly well. Perhaps, notwithstanding his sweet nature, 
he might have been somewhat spoiled by it, if it had not been for 
the hours he spent with his mother at Court Lodge. That "best 
friend" of his watched over him over closely and tenderly. The 
two had many long talks together, and he never went back to the 
Castle with her kisses on his cheeks without carrying in his heart 
some simple, pure words worth remembering. 

There was one thing, it is true, which puzzled the little fellow 
very much. He thought over the mystery of it much oftener than 



any one supposed ; even his mother did not know how often he pon- 
dered on it; the Earl for a long time never suspected that he did 
so at all. But, being quick to observe, the little boy could not help 
wondering why it was that his mother and grandfather never seemed 
to meet. He had noticed that they never did meet. When the Dorin- 
court carriage stopped at Court Lodge, the Earl never alighted, and 
on the rare occasions of his lordship's going to church, Fauntleroy was 
always left to speak to his mother in the porch alone, or perhaps 
to go home with her. And yet, every day, fruit and flowers were sent 
to Court Lodge from the hot-houses at the Castle. But the one vir- 
tuous action of the Earl's which had set him upon the pinnacle of 
perfection in Cedric's eyes, was what he had done soon after that first 
Sunday when Mrs. Errol had walked home from church unattended. 
About a week later, when Cedric was going one day to visit his 
mother, he found at the door, instead of the large carriage and 
prancing pair, a pretty little brougham and a handsome bay horse. 

" That is a present from you to your mother," the Earl said 
abruptly. " She can not go walking about the country. She needs 
a carriage. The man who drives will take charge of it. It is a 
present from you" 

Fauntleroy's delight could but feebly express itself. He could 
scarcely contain himself until he reached the lodge. His mother 
was gathering roses in the garden. He flung himself out of the 
little brougham and flew to her. 

" Dearest ! " he cried, " could you believe it ? This is yours ! He 
says it is a present from me. It is your own carriage to drive every- 
where in ! " 

He was so happy that she did not know what to say. She 
could not have borne to spoil his pleasure by refusing to accept the 
gift even though it came from the man who chose to consider him- 
self her enemy. She was obliged to step into the carriage, roses 
and all, and let herself be taken to drive, while Fauntleroy told her 


stories of his grandfather's goodness and amiability. They were 
such innocent stories that sometimes she could not help laughing a 
little, and then she would draw her little boy closer to her side and 
kiss him, feeling glad that he could see only good in the old man, 
who had so few friends. 

The very next day after that, Fauntleroy wrote to Mr. Hobbs. 
He wrote quite a long letter, and after the first copy was written, 
he brought it to his grandfather to be inspected. 

" Because," he said, "it 's so uncertain about the spelling. And 
if you '11 tell me the mistakes, I '11 write it out again." 

This was what he had written : 

" My dear mr hobbs i want to tell you about my granfarther he is the best earl 
you ever new it is a mistake about earls being tirents he is not a tirent at all i 
wish you new him you would be good friends i am sure you would he has the gout 
in his foot and is a grate sufrer but he is so pashent i love him more every day 
becaus no one could help loving an earl like that who is kind to every one in this 
world i wish you could talk to him he knows everything in the world you can ask 
him any question but he has never plaid base ball he has given me a pony and a cart 
and my mamma a bewtifle cariage and I have three rooms and toys of all kinds it 
would serprise you you would like the qastle and the park it is such a large castle you 
could lose yourself wilkins tells me wilkins is my groom he says there is a dungon 
under the castle it is so pretty everything in the park would serprise you there are such 
big trees and there are deers and rabbits and games flying about in the cover my 
granfarther is very rich but he is not proud and orty as you thought earls always were 
i like to be with him the people are so polite and kind they take of their hats to you 
and the women make curtsies and sometimes say god bless you i can ride now but at 
first it shook me when i troted my granfarther let a poor man stay on his farm when he 
could not pay his rent and mrs mellon went to take wine and things to his sick children 
i should like to see you and i wish dearest could live at the castle but i am very happy 
when i dont miss her too much and i love my granfarther every one does plees write 
soon " your afechshnet old frend 

" Cedric Errol 

" p s no one is in the dungon my granfarther never had any one langwishin in 

" p s he is such a good earl he reminds me of you he is a unerversle favrit." 


" Do you miss your mother very much ? " asked the Earl when he 
had finished reading this. 

" Yes," said Fauntleroy, " I miss her all the time." 

He went and stood before the Earl and put his hand on his 
knee, looking up at him. 

" You don't miss her, do you ? " he said. 

" I don't know her," answered his lordship rather crustily. 

" I know that," said Fauntleroy, " and that 's what makes me 
wonder. She told me not to ask you any questions, and and I 
wont, but sometimes I can't help thinking, you know, and it makes 
me all puzzled. But I 'm not going to ask any questions. And 
when I miss her very much, I go and look out of my window to 
where I see her light shine for me every night through an open 
place in the trees. It is a long way off, but she puts it in her 
window as soon as it is dark, and I can see it twinkle far away, and I 
know what it says." 

" What does it say ? " asked my lord. 

" It says, ' Good-night, God keep you all the night! ' just what 
she used to say when we were together. Every night she used to 
say that to me, and every morning she said, ' God bless you all the 
day ! ' So you see I am quite safe all the time " 

" Quite, I have no doubt," said his lordship dryly. And he drew 
down his beetling eyebrows and looked at the little boy so fixedly 
and so long that Fauntleroy wondered what he could be thinking of. 


THE fact was, his lordship the Earl of Dorincourt thought in 
those days, of many things of which he had never thought be- 
fore, and all his thoughts were in one way or another connected 
with his grandson. His pride was the strongest part of his nature, 
and the boy gratified it at every point. Through this pride he began 
to find a new interest in life. He began to take pleasure in showing 
his heir to the world. The world had known of his disappointment 
in his sons ; so there was an agreeable touch of triumph in exhibit- 
ing this new Lord Fauntleroy, who could disappoint no one. He 
wished the child to appreciate his own power and to understand the 
splendor of his position ; he wished that others should realize it too. 
He made plans for his future. Sometimes in secret he actually found 
himself wishing that his own past life had been a better one, and 
that there had been less in it that this pure, childish heart would 
shrink from if it knew the truth. It was not agreeable to think how 
the beautiful, innocent face would look if its owner should be made 
by any chance to understand that his grandfather had been called 
for many a year " the wicked Earl of Dorincourt." The thought 
even made him feel a trifle nervous. He did not wish the boy to find 
it out. Sometimes in this new interest he forgot his gout, and after a 
while his doctor was surprised to find his noble patient's health grow- 
ing better than he had expected it ever would be again. Perhaps the 
Earl grew better because the time did not pass so slowly for him, 
and he had something to think of beside his pains and infirmities. 


One fine morning, people were amazed to see little Lord Faunt- 
leroy riding his pony with another companion than Wilkins. This 
new companion rode a tall, powerful gray horse, and was no other 
than the Earl himself. It was, in fact, Fauntleroy who had sug- 
gested this plan. As he had been on the point of mounting his 
pony, he had said rather wistfully to his grandfather : 

" I wish you were going with me. When I go away I feel lonely 
because you are left all by yourself in such a big castle. I wish you 
could ride too." 

And the greatest excitement had been aroused in the stables a 
few minutes later by the arrival of an order that Selim was to be 
saddled for the Earl, After that, Selim was saddled almost every 
day ; and the people became accustomed to the sight of the tall gray 
horse carrying the tall gray old man, with his handsome, fierce, eagle 
face, by the side of the brown pony which bore little Lord Fauntleroy. 
And in their rides together through the green lanes and pretty 
country roads, the two riders became more intimate than ever. 
And gradually the old man heard a great deal about " Dearest " 
and her life. As Fauntleroy trotted by the big horse he chatted 
gayly. There could not well have been a brighter little comrade, 
his nature was so happy. It was he who talked the most. The 
Earl often was silent, listening and watching the joyous, glowing 
face. Sometimes he would tell his young companion to set the 
pony off at a gallop, and when the little fellow dashed off, sitting 
so straight and fearless, he would watch him with a gleam of pride 
and pleasure in his eyes; and when, after such a dash, Fauntleroy 
came back waving his cap with a laughing shout, he always felt 
that he and his grandfather were very good friends indeed. 

One thing that the Earl discovered was that his son's wife did 
not lead an idle life. It was not long before he learned that the 
poor people knew her very well indeed. When there was sickness 


or sorrow or poverty in any house, the little brougham often stood 
before the door. 

" Do you know," said Fauntleroy once, "they all say, ' God bless 
you ! ' when they see her, and the children are glad. There are 
some who go to her house to be taught to sew. She says she feels 
so rich now that she wants to help the poor ones." 

It had not displeased the Earl to find that the mother of his 
heir had a beautiful young face and looked as much like a lady as if 
she had been a duchess ; and in one way it did not displease him to 
know that she was popular and beloved by the poor. And yet he 
was often conscious of a hard, jealous pang when he saw how she 
filled her child's heart and how the boy clung to her as his best 
beloved. The old man would have desired to stand first himself 
and have no rival. 

That same morning he drew up his horse on an elevated point 
of the moor over which they rode, and made a gesture with his 
whip, over the broad, beautiful landscape spread before them. 

" Do you know that all that land belongs to me ? " he said to 

" Does it? " answered Fauntleroy. " How much it is to belong to 
one person, and how beautiful ! " 

" Do you know that some day it will all belong to you that 
and a great deal more ? " 

" To me ! " exclaimed Fauntleroy in rather an awe-stricken voice. 
" When ? " 

" When I am dead," his grandfather answered. 

" Then I don't want it," said Fauntleroy ; " I want you to live 

" That 's kind," answered the Earl in his dry way ; " nevertheless, 
some day it will all be yours some day you will be the Earl of 


Little Lord Fauntleroy sat very still in his saddle for a few 
moments. He looked over the broad moors, the green farms, the 
beautiful copses, the cottages in the lanes, the pretty village, and 
over the trees to where the turrets of the great castle rose, gray and 
stately. Then he gave a queer little sigh. 

" What are you thinking of? " asked the Earl. 

"I am thinking," replied Fauntleroy, "what a little boy I am! 
and of what Dearest said to me." 

" What was it? " inquired the Earl. 

" She said that perhaps it was not so easy to be very rich ; that 
if any one had so many things always, one might sometimes forget 
that every one else was not so fortunate, and that one who is rich 
should always be careful and try to remember. I was talking to her 
about how good you were, and she said that was such a good thing, 
because an earl had so much power, and if he cared only about his 
own pleasure and never thought about the people who lived on his 
lands, they might have trouble that he could help and there were 
so many people, and it would be such a hard thing. And I was just 
looking at all those houses, and thinking how I should have to find 
out about the people, when I was an earl. How did you find out 
about them ? " 

As his lordship's knowledge of his tenantry consisted in finding 
out which of them paid their rent promptly, and in turning out those 
who did not, this was rather a hard question. " Newick finds out for 
me," he said, and he pulled his great gray mustache, and looked at 
his small questioner rather uneasily. "We will go home now," he 
added ; " and when you are an earl, see to it that you are a better 
earl than I have been ! " 

He was very silent as they rode home. He felt it to be almost 
incredible that he, who had never really loved any one in his life, 
should find himself growing so fond of this little fellow, as without 


doubt he was. At first he had only been pleased and proud of 
Cedric's beauty and bravery, but there was something more than 
pride in his feeling now. He laughed a grim, dry laugh all to him- 
self sometimes, when he thought how he liked to have the boy near 
him, how he liked to hear his voice, and how in secret he really 
wished to be liked and thought well of by his small grandson. 

" I 'm an old fellow in my dotage, and I have nothing else to think 
of," he would say to himself; and yet he knew it was not that alto- 
gether. And if he had allowed himself to admit the truth, he would 
perhaps have found himself obliged to own that the very things 
which attracted him, in spite of himself, were the qualities he had 
never possessed the frank, true, kindly nature, the affectionate 
trustfulness which could never think evil. 

It was only about a week after that ride when, after a visit to his 
mother, Fauntleroy came into the library with a troubled, thought- 
ful face. He sat down in that high-backed chair in which he had sat 
on the evening of his arrival, and for a while he looked at the 
embews on the hearth. The Earl watched him in silence, wondering 
what was coming. It was evident that Cedric had something on his 
mind. At last he looked up. " Does Newick know all about the 
people ? " he asked. 

" It is his business to know about them," said his lordship. " Been 
neglecting it has he ? " 

Contradictory as it may seem, there was nothing which enter- 
tained and edified him more than the little fellow's interest in his 
tenantry. He had never taken any interest in them himself, but it 
pleased him well enough that, with all his childish habits of thought 
and in the midst of all his childish amusements and high spirits, 
there should be such a quaint seriousness working in the curly head. 

" There is a place," said Fauntleroy, looking up at him with wide- 
open, horror-stricken eye " Dearest has seen it ; it is at the other 


end of the village. The houses are close together, and almost falling 
down ; you can scarcely breathe ; and the people are so poor, and 
everything is dreadful ! Often they have fever, and the children die ; 
and it makes them wicked to live like that, and be so poor and 
miserable ! It is worse than Michael and Bridget ! The rain comes 
in at the roof! Dearest went to see a poor woman who lived there. 
She would not let me come near her until she had changed all 
her things. The tears ran down her cheeks when she told me 
about it ! " 

The tears had come into his own eyes, but he smiled through 

" I told her you did n't know, and I would tell you," he said. 
He jumped down and came and leaned against the Earl's chair. 
" You can make it all right," he said, "just as you made it all 
right for Higgins. You always make it all right for everybody. I 
told her you would, and that Newick must have forgotten to 
tell you." 

The Earl looked down at the hand on his knee. Newick had 
not forgotten to tell him ; in fact, Newick had spoken to him more 
than once of the desperate condition of the end of the village known 
as Earl's Court. He knew all about the tumble-down, miserable cot- 
tages, and the bad drainage, and the damp walls and broken win- 
dows and leaking roofs, and all about the poverty, the fever, and the 
misery. Mr. Mordaunt had painted it all to him in the strongest 
words he could use, and his lordship had used violent language in 
response; and, when his gout had been at the worst, he said that 
the sooner the people of Earl's Court died and were buried by the 
parish the better it would be, and there was an end of the matter. 
And yet, as he looked at the small hand on his knee, and from the 
small hand to the honest, earnest, frank-eyed face, he was actually a 
little ashamed both of Earl's Court and himself. 


" What ! " he said; " you want to make a builder of model cot- 
tages of me, do you ? " And he positively put his own hand upon 
the childish one and stroked it. 

" Those must be pulled down," said Fauntleroy, with great eager- 
ness. " Dearest says so. Let us let us go and have them pulled 
down to-morrow. The people will be so glad when they see you ! 
They '11 know you have come to help them ! " And his eyes shone 
like stars in his glowing face. 

The Earl rose from his chair and put his hand on the child's 
shoulder. "Let us go out and take our walk on the terrace," he 
said, with a short laugh ; " and we can talk it over." 

And though he laughed two or three times again, as they 
walked to and fro on the broad stone terrace, where they walked 
together almost every fine evening, he seemed to be thinking of 
something which did not displease him, and still he kept his hand on 
his small companion's shoulder. 


THE truth was that Mrs. Errol had found a great many sad 
things in the course of her work among the poor of the lit- 
tle village that appeared so picturesque when it was seen 
from the moor-sides. Everything was not as picturesque, when 
seen near by, as it looked from a distance. She had found idleness 
and poverty and ignorance where there should have been comfort 
and industry. And she had discovered, after a while, that Erleboro 
was considered to be the worst village in that part of the country. 
Mr. Mordaunt had told her a great many of his difficulties and dis- 
couragements, and she had found out a great deal by herself. The 
agents who had managed the property had always been chosen to 
please the Earl, and had cared nothing for the degradation and 
wretchedness of the poor tenants. Many things, therefore, had 
been neglected which should have been attended to, and matters had 
gone from bad to worse. 

As to Earl's Court, it was a disgrace, with its dilapidated 
houses and miserable, careless, sickly people. When first Mrs. 
Errol went to the place, it made her shudder. Such ugliness and 
slovenliness and want seemed worse in a country place than in a 
city. It seemed as if there it might be helped. And as she looked 
at the squalid, uncared-for children growing up in the midst of vice 
and brutal indifference, she thought of her own little boy spending 
his days in the great, splendid castle, guarded and served like a 
young prince, having no wish ungratified, and knowing nothing but 


luxury and ease and beauty. And a bold thought came in her wise 
little mother-heart. Gradually she had begun to see, as had others, 
that it had been her boy's good fortune to please the Earl very 
much, and that he would scarcely be likely to be denied anything 
for which he expressed a desire. 

" The Earl would give him anything," she said to Mr. Mordaunt. 
" He would indulge his every whim. Why should not that indul- 
gence be used for the good of others ? It is for me to see that this 
shall come to pass." 

She knew she could trust the kind, childish heart ; so she told 
the little fellow the story of Earl's Court, feeling sure that he would 
speak of it to his grandfather, and hoping that some good results 
would follow. 

And strange as it appeared to every one, good results did 
follow. The fact was that the strongest power to influence the Earl 
was his grandson's perfect confidence in him the fact that Cedric 
always believed that his grandfather was going to do what was right 
and generous. He could not quite make up his mind to let him 
discover that he had no inclination to be generous at all, and that 
he wanted his own way on all occasions, whether it was right or 
wrong. It was such a novelty to be regarded with admiration as a 
benefactor of the entire human race, and the soul of nobility, that 
he did not enjoy the idea of looking into the affectionate brown eyes, 
and saying: "I am a violent, selfish old rascal; I never did a gen- 
erous thing in my life, and I don't care about Earl's Court or the 
poor people" or something which would amount to the same thing. 
He actually had learned to be fond enough of that small boy with 
the mop of yellow love-locks, to feel that he himself would prefer to 
be guilty of an amiable action now and then. And so though he 
laughed at himself after some reflection, he sent for Newick, and 
had quite a long interview with him on the subject of the Court, and 


it was decided that the wretched hovels should be pulled down and 
new houses should be built. 

"It is Lord Fauntleroy who insists on it," he said dryly; "he 
thinks it will improve the property. You can tell the tenants that 
it 's his idea." And he looked down at his small lordship, who was 
lying on the hearth-rug playing with Dougal. The great dog was 
the la*d's constant companion, and followed him about everywhere, 
stalking solemnly after him when he walked, and trotting majestic- 
ally behind when he rode or drove. 

Of course, both the country people and the town people heard 
of the proposed improvement. At first, many of them would not 
believe it ; but when a small army of workmen arrived and com- 
menced pulling down the crazy, squalid cottages, people began to 
understand that little Lord Fauntleroy had done them a good turn 
again, and that through his innocent interference the scandal of 
Earl's Court had at last been removed. If he had only known how 
they talked about him and praised him everywhere, and prophesied 
great things for him when he grew up, how astonished he would 
have been ! But he never suspected it. He lived his simple, happy, 
child life, frolicking about in the park; chasing the rabbits to their 
burrows ; lying under the trees on the grass, or on the rug in the 
library, reading wonderful books and talking to the Earl about them, 
and then telling the stories again to his mother ; writing long letters 
to Dick and Mr. Hobbs, who responded in characteristic fashion ; 
riding out at his grandfather's side, or with Wilkins as escort. As 
they rode through the market town, he used to see the people turn 
and look, and he noticed that as they lifted their hats their faces 
often brightened very much ; but he thought it was all because his 
grandfather was with him. 

" They are so fond of you," he once said, looking up at his lord- 
ship with a bright smile. " Do you see how glad they are when 



they see you ? I hope they will some day be as fond of me. It 
must be nice to have everybody like you." And he felt quite proud 
to be the grandson of so greatly admired and beloved an individual. 
When the cottages were being built, the lad and his grandfather 
used to ride over to Earl's Court together to look at them, and 

Fauntleroy was full of interest. 
He would dismount from his 
pony and go and make acquaint- 
ance with the workmen, asking 
them questions about building 
and bricklaying, and telling them 
things about America. After 
two or three such conversations, 
he was able to enlighten the 
Earl on the subject of brick- 
making, as they rode home. 

" I always like to know about 
things like those," he said, "be- 
cause you never know what you 
are coming to." 

When he left them, the 
workmen used to talk him over 
among themselves, and laugh at 
his odd, innocent speeches ; but 
they liked him, and liked to see 
him stand among them, talking 
away, with his hands in his 

pockets, his hat pushed back on his curls, and his small face full 
of eagerness. " He 's a rare un," they used to say. "An' a noice 
little outspoken chap, too. Not much o' th' bad stock in him." And 
they would go home and tell their wives about him, and the women 





would tell each other, and so it came about that almost every one 
talked of, or knew some story of, little Lord Fauntleroy ; and 
gradually almost every one knew that the " wicked Earl " had found 
something he cared for at last something which had touched and 
even warmed his hard, bitter old heart. 

But no one knew quite how much it had been warmed, and how 
day by day the old man found himself caring more and more for the 
child, who was the only creature that had ever trusted him. He 
found himself looking forward to the time when Cedric would be 
a young man, strong and beautiful, with life all before him, but 
having still that kind heart and the power to make friends every- 
where ; and the Earl wondered what the lad would do, and how he 
would use his gifts. Often as he watched the little fellow lying 
upon the hearth, conning some big book, the light shining on 
the bright young head, his old eyes would gleam and his cheek 
would flush. 

" The boy can do anything," he would say to himself, " any- 
thing !" 

He never spoke to any one else of his feeling for Cedric ; when 
he spoke of him to others it was always with the same grim smile. 
But Fauntleroy soon knew that his grandfather loved him and 
always liked him to be near near to his chair if they were in the 
library, opposite to him at table, or by his side when he rode or 
drove or took his evening walk on the broad terrace. 

" Do you remember," Cedric said once, looking up from his book 
as he lay on the rug, "do you remember what I said to you that 
first night about our being good companions ? I don't think any 
people could be better companions than we are, do you?" 

" We are pretty good companions, I should say," replied his 
lordship. " Come here." 

Fauntleroy scrambled up and went to him. 


"Is there anything you want," the Earl asked; "anything you 
have not ? " 

The little fellow's brown eyes fixed themselves on his grand- 
father with a rather wistful look. 
" Only one thing," he answered. 
" What is that ? " inquired the Earl. 

Fauntleroy was silent a second. He had not thought matters 
over to himself so long for nothing. 
" What is it? " my lord repeated. 

Fauntleroy answered. 
" It is Dearest," he said. 

The old Earl winced a little. 

" But you see her almost every day," he said. " Is not that 

" I used to see her all the time," said Fauntleroy. " She used to 
kiss me when I went to sleep at night, and in the morning she was 
always there, and we could tell each other things without waiting." 
The old eyes and the young ones looked into each other through 
a moment of silence. Then the Earl knitted his brows. 
" Do you never forget about your mother? " he said. 
"No," answered Fauntleroy, "never; and she never forgets 
about me. I should n't forget about you, you know, if I did n't live 
with you. I should think about you all the more." 

" Upon my word," said the Earl, after looking at him a moment 
longer, " I believe you would ! " 

The jealous pang that came when the boy spoke so of his 
mother seemed even stronger than it had been before ; it was 
stronger because of this old man's increasing affection for the boy. 

But it was not long before he had other pangs, so much harder 
to face that he almost forgot, for the time, he had ever hated his 
son's wife at all. And in a strange and startling way it happened. 


One evening, just before the Earl's Court cottages were completed, 
there was a grand dinner party at Dorincourt. There had not 
been such a party at the Castle for a long time. A few days before 
it took place, Sir Harry Lorridaile and Lady Lorridaile, who was the 
Earl's only sister, actually came for a visit a thing which caused 
the greatest excitement in the village and set Mrs. Dibble's shop- 
bell tinkling madly again, because it was well known that Lady 
Lorridaile had only been to Dorincourt once since her marriage, 
thirty-five years before. She was a handsome old lady with white 
curls and dimpled, peachy cheeks, and she was as good as gold, but 
she had never approved of her brother any more than did the rest 
of the world, and having a strong will of her own and not being at 
all afraid to speak her mind frankly, she had, after several lively 
quarrels with his lordship, seen very little of him since her young 

She had heard a great deal of him that was not pleasant 
through the years in which they had been separated. She had 
heard about his neglect of his wife, and of the poor lady's death ; 
and of his indifference to his children ; and of the two weak, vicious, 
unprepossessing elder boys who had been no credit to him or to 
any one else. Those two elder sons, Bevis and Maurice, she had 
never seen ; but once there had come to Lorridaile Park a tall, stal- 
wart, beautiful young fellow about eighteen years old, who had told 
her that he was her nephew Cedric Errol, and that he had come to 
see her because he was passing near the place and wished to look 
at his Aunt Constantia of whom he had heard his mother speak. 
Lady Lorridaile's kind heart had warmed through and through at 
the sight of the young man, and she had made him stay with her a 
week, and petted him, and made much of him and admired him 
immensely. He was so sweet-tempered, light-hearted, spirited a 
lad, that when he went away, she had hoped to see him often again ; 


but she never did, because the Earl had been in a bad humor when 
he went back to Dorincourt, and had forbidden him ever to go to 
Lorridaile Park again. But Lady Lorridaile had always remem- 
bered him tenderly, and though she feared he had made a rash mar- 
riage in America, she had been very angry when she heard how he 
had been cast off by his father and that no one really knew where 
or how he lived. At last there came a rumor of his death, and then 
Bevis had been thrown from his horse and killed, and Maurice had 
died in Rome of the fever ; and soon after came the story of the 
American child who was to be found and brought home as Lord 

" Probably to be ruined as the others were," she said to her hus- 
band, "unless his mother is good enough and has a will of her own 
to help her to take care of him." 

But when she heard that Cedric's mother had been parted from 
him she was almost too indignant for words. 

"It is disgraceful, Harry ! " she said. " Fancy a child of that 
age being taken from his mother, and made the companion of a man 
like my brother ! He will either be brutal to the boy or indulge 
him until he is a little monster. If I thought it would do any good 
to write " 

" It would n't, Constantia," said Sir Harry. 

" I know it would n't," she answered. " I know his lordship the 
Earl of Dorincourt too well ; but it is outrageous." 

Not only the poor people and farmers heard about little Lord 
Fauntleroy ; others knew him. He was talked about so much and 
there were so many stories of him of his beauty, his sweet temper, 
his popularity, and his growing influence over the Earl, his grand- 
father that rumors of him reached the gentry at their country 
places and he was heard of in more than one county of England. 
People talked about him at the dinner tables, ladies pitied his 


young mother, and wondered if the boy were as handsome as 
he was said to be, and men who knew the Earl and his habits 
laughed heartily at the stories of the little fellow's belief in his lord- 
ship's amiability. Sir Thomas Asshe of Asshawe Hall, being in 
Erleboro one day, met the Earl and his grandson riding together, 
and stopped to shake hands with my lord and congratulate him on 
his change of looks and on his recovery from the gout. " And, 
d' ye know," he said, when he spoke of the incident afterward, 
" the old man looked as proud as a turkey-cock ; and upon my 
word I don't wonder, for a handsomer, finer lad than his grandson I 
never saw ! As straight as a dart, and sat his pony like a young 
trooper ! " 

And so by degrees Lady Lorridaile, too, heard of the child ; 
she heard about Higgins and the lame boy, and the cottages at 
Earl's Court, and a score of other things, and she began to wish 
to see the little fellow. And just as she was wondering how it might 
be brought about, to her utter astonishment, she received a letter 
from her brother inviting her to come with her husband to Dorin- 

" It seems incredible ! " she exclaimed. " I have heard it said that 
the child has worked miracles, and I begin to believe it. They say 
my brother adores the boy and can scarcely endure to have him out 
of sight. And he is so proud of him ! Actually, I believe he wants to 
show him to us." And she accepted the invitation at once. 

When she reached Dorincourt Castle with Sir Harry, it was 
late in the afternoon, and she went to her room at once before seeing 
her brother. Having dressed for dinner, she entered the drawing- 
room. The Earl was there standing near the fire and looking very 
tall and imposing ; and at his side stood a little boy in black velvet, 
and a large Vandyke collar of rich lace a little fellow whose round 
bright face was so handsome, and who turned upon her such beauti- 


ful, candid brown eyes, that she almost uttered an exclamation of 
pleasure and surprise at the sight. 

As she shook hands with the Earl, she called him by the name 
she had not used since her girlhood. 

" What, Molyneux ! " she said, " is this the child? " 

" Yes, Constantia," answered the Earl, " this is the boy. Faunt- 
leroy, this is your grand-aunt, Lady Lorridaile." 

" How do you do, Grand-Aunt?" said Fauntleroy. 

Lady Lorridaile put her hand on his shoulders, and after look- 
ing down into his upraised face a few seconds, kissed him warmly. 

" I am your Aunt Constantia," she said, "and I loved your poor 
papa, and you are very like him." 

" It makes me glad when I am told I am like him," answered 
Fauntleroy, " because it seems as if every one liked him, just like 
Dearest, eszackly, Aunt Constantia" (adding the two words 
after a second's pause). 

Lady Lorridaile was delighted. She bent and kissed him again, 
and from that moment they were warm friends. 

" Well, Molyneux," she said aside to the Earl afterward, " it 
could not possibly be better than this ! " 

" I think not," answered his lordship dryly. " He is a fine little 
fellow. We are great friends. He believes me to be the most 
charming and sweet-tempered of philanthropists. I will confess to 
you, Constantia, as you would find it out if I did not, that I am 
in some slight danger of becoming rather an old fool about him." 

" What does his mother think of you ? " asked Lady Lorridaile, 
with her usual straightforwardness. 

" I have not asked her," answered the Earl, slightly scowling. 

" Well," said Lady Lorridaile, " I will be frank with you at the 
outset, Molyneux, and tell you I don't approve of your course, and 
that it is my intention to call on Mrs. Errol as soon as possible ; so 


if you wish to quarrel with me, you had better mention it at once. 
What I hear of the young creature makes me quite sure that her 
child owes her everything. We were told even at Lorridaile Park 
that your poorer tenants adore her already." 

" They adore him" said the Earl, nodding toward Fauntleroy. 
"As to Mrs. Errol, you '11 find her a pretty little woman. I 'm rather 
in debt to her for giving some of her beauty to the boy, and you 
can go to see her if you like. All I ask is that she will remain at 
Court Lodge and that you will not ask me to go and see her," and 
he scowled a little again. 

" But he does n't hate her as much as he used to, that is plain 
enough to me," her ladyship said to Sir Harry afterward. "And he 
is a changed man in a measure, and, incredible as it may seem, 
Harry, it is my opinion that he is being made into a human being, 
through nothing more nor less than his affection for that innocent, 
affectionate little fellow. Why, the child actually loves him leans 
on his chair and against his knee. His own children would as soon 
have thought of nestling up to a tiger." 

The very next day she went to call upon Mrs. Errol. When she 
returned, she said to her brother : 

" Molyneux, she is the loveliest little woman I ever saw ! She has 
a voice like a silver bell, and you may thank her for making the boy 
what he is. She has given him more than her beauty, and you make 
a great mistake in not persuading her to come and take charge of 
you. I shall invite her to Lorridaile." 

" She '11 not leave the boy," replied the Earl. 

" I must have the boy too," said Lady Lorridaile, laughing. 

But she knew Fauntleroy would not be given up to her, and 
each day she saw more clearly how closely those two had grown to 
each other, and how all the proud, grim old man's ambition and 
hope and love centered themselves in the child, and how the warm, 


innocent nature returned his affection with most perfect trust and 
good faith. 

She knew, too, that the prime reason for the great dinner party 
was the Earl's secret desire to show the world his grandson and 
heir, and to let people see that the boy who had been so much 
spoken of and described was even a finer little specimen of boyhood 
than rumor had made him. 

" Bevis and Maurice were such a bitter humiliation to ifim," she 
said to her husband. " Every one knew it. He actually hated 
them. His pride has full sway here." Perhaps there was not one 
person who accepted the invitation without feeling some curiosity 
about little Lord Fauntleroy, and wondering if he would be on view. 
And when the time came he was on view. 

"The lad has -good manners," said the Earl. "He will be in 
no one's way. Children are usually idiots or bores, mine were 
both, but he can actually answer when he 's spoken to, and be 
silent when he is not. He is never offensive." 

But he was not allowed to be silent very long. Every one had 
something to say to him. The fact was they wished to make him 
talk. The ladies petted him and asked him questions, and the men 
asked him questions too, and joked with him, as the men on the 
steamer had done when he crossed the Atlantic. Fauntleroy did 
not quite understand why they laughed so sometimes when he 
answered them, but he was so used to seeing people amused when 
he was quite serious, that he did not mind. He thought the whole 
evening delightful. The magnificent rooms were so brilliant with 
lights, there were so many flowers, the gentlemen seemed so gay, 
and the ladies wore such beautiful, wonderful dresses, and such 
sparkling ornaments in their hair and on their necks. There was 
one young lady who, he heard them say, had just come down from 
London, where she had spent the " season " ; and she was so charm- 



ing that he could not keep his eyes from her. She was a rather tall 
young lady with a proud little head, and very soft dark hair, and 
large eyes the color of purple pansies, and the color on her cheeks 
and lips was like that of a rose. She was dressed in a beautiful white 
dress, and had pearls around her throat. There was one strange 
thing about this young lady. So many gentlemen stood near her, 
and seemed anxious to please her, that Fauntleroy thought she must 
be something like a princess. He was so much interested in her 
that without knowing it he drew nearer and nearer to her, and at 
last she turned and spoke to him. 

" Come here, Lord Fauntleroy," she said, smiling; "and tell me 
why you look at me so." 

" I was thinking how beautiful you are," his young lordship 

Then all the gentlemen laughed outright, and the young lady 
laughed a little too, and the rose color in her cheeks brightened. 

" Ah, Fauntleroy," said one of the gentlemen who had laughed 
most heartily, "make the most of your time! When you are older 
you will not have the courage to say that." 

" But nobody could help saying it," said Fauntleroy sweetly. 
"Could you help it? Don't you think she is pretty, too?" 

" We are not allowed to say what we think," said the gentleman, 
while the rest laughed more than ever. 

But the beautiful young lady her name was Miss Vivian 
Herbert put out her hand and drew Cedric to her side, looking 
prettier than before, if possible. 

"Lord Fauntleroy shall say what he thinks," she said; " and I 
am much obliged to him. I am sure he thinks what he says." And 
she kissed him on his cheek. 

" I think you are prettier than any one I ever saw," said Faunt- 
leroy, looking at her with innocent, admiring eyes, " except Dear- 


est. Of course, I could n't think any one quite as pretty as Dearest 
I think she is the prettiest person in the world." 

" I am sure she is," said Miss Vivian Herbert. And she laughed 
and kissed his cheek again. 

She kept him by her side a great part of the evening, and the 
group of which they were the center was very gay. He did not 
know how it happened, but before long he was telling them all 
about America, and the Republican Rally, and Mr. Hobbs and Dick, 
and in the end he proudly produced from his pocket Dick's parting 
gift, the red silk handkerchief. 

" I put it in my pocket to-night because it was a party," he said. 
" I thought Dick would like me to wear it at a party." 

And queer as the big, flaming, spotted thing was, there was a 
serious, affectionate look in his eyes, which prevented his audience 
from laughing very much. 

" You see, I like it," he said, "because Dick is my friend." 

But though he was talked to so much, as the Earl had said, he 
was in no one's way. He could be quiet and listen when others 
talked, and so no one found him tiresome. A slight smile crossed 
more than one face when several times he went and stood near his 
grandfather's chair, or sat on a stool close to him, watching him and 
absorbing every word he uttered with the most charmed interest. 
Once he stood so near the chair's arm that his cheek touched 
the Earl's shoulder, and his lordship, detecting the general smile, 
smiled a little himself. He knew what the lookers-on were think- 
ing, and he felt some secret amusement in their seeing what good 
friends he was with this youngster, who might have been expected 
to share the popular opinion of him. 

Mr. Havisham had been expected to arrive in the afternoon, 
but, strange to say, he was late. Such a thing had really never been 
known to happen before during all the years in which he had been a 


visitor at Dorincourt Castle. He was so late that the guests were 
on the point of rising to go in to dinner when he arrived. When 
he approached his host, the Earl regarded him with amazement. 
He looked as if he had been hurried or agitated ; his dry, keen old 
face was actually pale. 

" I was detained," he said, in a low voice to the Earl, "by an 
extraordinary event." 

It was as unlike the methodic old lawyer to be agitated by any- 
thing as it was to be late, but it was evident that he had been dis- 
turbed. At dinner he ate scarcely anything, and two or three times, 
when he was spoken to, he started as if his thoughts were far away. 
At dessert, when Fauntleroy came in, he looked at him more than 
once, nervously and uneasily. Fauntleroy noted the look and won- 
dered at it. He and Mr. Havisham were on friendly terms, and 
they usually exchanged smiles. The lawyer seemed to have for- 
gotten to smile that evening. 

The fact was, he forgot everything but the strange and painful 
news he knew he must tell the Earl before the night was over the 
strange news which he knew would be so terrible a shock, and which 
would change the face of everything. As he looked about at the 
splendid rooms and the brilliant company, at the people gath- 
ered together, he knew, more that they might see the bright-haired 
little fellow near the Earl's chair than for any other reason, as he 
looked at the proud old man and at little Lord Fauntleroy smiling at 
his side, he really felt quite shaken, notwithstanding that he was a 
hardened old lawyer. What a blow it was that he must deal them ! 

He did not exactly know how the long, superb dinner ended. 
He sat through it as if he were in a dream, and several times he 
saw the Earl glance at him in surprise. 

But it was over at last, and the gentlemen joined the ladies in 
the drawing-room. They found Fauntleroy sitting on the sofa with 


Miss Vivian Herbert, the great beauty of the last London season ; 
they had been looking at some pictures, and he was thanking his 
companion as the door opened. 

" I 'm ever so much obliged to you for being so kind to me ! " he 
was saying ; " I never was at a party before, and I 've enjoyed my- 
self so much ! " 

He had enjoyed himself so much that when the gentlemen 
gathered about Miss Herbert again and began to talk to her, as he 
listened and tried to understand their laughing speeches, his eyelids 
began to droop. They drooped until they covered his eyes two or 
three times, and then the sound of Miss Herbert's low, pretty laugh 
would bring him back, and he would open them again for about two 
seconds. He was quite sure he was not going to sleep, but there 
was a large, yellow satin cushion behind him and his head sank 
against it, and after a while his eyelids drooped for the last time. 
They did not even quite open when, as it seemed a long time after, 
some one kissed him lightly on the cheek. It was Miss Vivian 
Herbert, who was going away, and she spoke to him softly. 

" Good-night, little Lord Fauntleroy," she said. " Sleep well." 

And in the morning he did not know that he had tried to open 
his eyes and had murmured sleepily, "Good-night I'm so glad 
I saw you you are so pretty " 

He only had a very faint recollection of hearing the gentlemen 
laugh again and of wondering why they did it. 

No sooner had the last guest left the room, than Mr. Havisham 
turned from his place by the fire, and stepped nearer the sofa, where 
he stood looking down at the sleeping occupant. Little Lord Faunt- 
leroy was taking his ease luxuriously. One leg crossed the other 
and swung over the edge of the sofa ; one arm was flung easily 
above his head ; the warm flush of healthful, happy, childish 
sleep was on his quiet face ; his waving tangle of bright hair strayed 


over the yellow satin cushion. He made a picture well worth 
looking at. 

As Mr. Havisham looked at it, he put his hand up and rubbed 
his shaven chin, with a harassed countenance. 

" Well, Havisham," said the Earl's harsh voice behind him. 
" What is it? It is evident something has happened. What was 
the extraordinary event, if I may ask ? " 

Mr. Havisham turned from the sofa, still rubbing his chin. 

" It was bad news," he answered, "distressing news, my lord 
the worst of news. I am sorry to be the bearer of it." 

The Earl had been uneasy for some time during the evening, as 
he glanced at Mr. Havisham, and when he was uneasy he was 
always ill-tempered. 

"Why do you look so at the boy!" he exclaimed irritably. 
"You have been looking at him all the evening as if See here 
now, why should you look at the boy, Havisham, and hang over him 
like some bird of ill-omen ! What has your news to do with Lord 
Fauntleroy ? " 

"My lord," said Mr. Havisham, "I will waste no words. My 
news has everything to do with Lord Fauntleroy. And if we are to 
believe it it is not Lord Fauntleroy who lies sleeping before us, but 
only the son of Captain Errol. And the present Lord Fauntleroy is 
the son of your son Bevis, and is at this moment in a lodging-house 
in London." 

The Earl clutched the arms of his chair with both his hands 
until the veins stood out upon them ; the veins stood out on his fore- 
head too ; his fierce old face was almost livid. 

" What do you mean ! " he cried out. " You are mad ! Whose 
lie is this ? " 

" If it is a lie," answered Mr. Havisham, "it is painfully like the 
truth. A woman came to my chambers this morning. She said your 


son Bevis married her six years ago in London.- She showed me her 
marriage certificate. They quarrelled a year after the marriage, and 
he paid her to keep away from him. She has a son five years old. 
She is an American of the lower classes, an ignorant person, and 
until lately she did not fully understand what her son could claim. 
She consulted a lawyer and found out that the boy was really Lord 
Fauntleroy and the heir to the earldom of Dorincourt ; and she, of 
course, insists on his claims being acknowledged." 

There was a movement of the curly head on the yellow satin 
cushion. A soft, long, sleepy sigh came from the parted lips, and the 
little boy stirred in his sleep, but not at all restlessly or uneasily. 
Not at all as if his slumber were disturbed by the fact that he was 
being proved a small impostor and that he was not Lord Fauntleroy 
at all and never would be the Earl of Dorincourt. He only turned 
his rosy face more on its side, as if to enable the old man who stared 
at it so solemnly to see it better. 

The handsome, grim old face was ghastly. A bitter smile fixed 
itself upon it. 

" I should refuse to believe a word of it," he said, " if it were 
not such a low, scoundrelly piece of business that it becomes quite 
possible in connection with the name of my son Bevis. It is quite 
like Bevis. He was always a disgrace to us. Always a weak, 
untruthful, vicious young brute with low tastes my son and heir, 
Bevis, Lord Fauntleroy. The woman is an ignorant, vulgar person, 
you say ? " 

" I am obliged to admit that she can scarcely spell her own 
name," answered the lawyer. She is absolutely uneducated and 
openly mercenary. She cares for nothing but the money. She is 
very handsome in a coarse way, but " 

The fastidious old lawyer ceased speaking and gave a sort of 


The veins on the old Earl's forehead stood out like purple 
cords. Something else stood out upon it too cold drops of moist- 
ure. He took out his handkerchief and swept them away. His smile 
grew even more bitter. 

"And I," he said, "I objected to to the other woman, the 
mother of this child " (pointing to the sleeping form on the sofa) ; 
" I refused to recognize her. And yet she could spell her own name. 
I suppose this is retribution." 

Suddenly he sprang up from his chair and began to walk up 
and down the room. Fierce and terrible words poured forth from 
his lips. His rage and hatred and cruel disappointment shook him 
as a storm shakes a tree. His violence was something dreadful to 
see, and yet Mr. Havisham noticed that at the very worst of his 
wrath he never seemed to forget the little sleeping figure on the 
yellow satin cushion, and that he never once spoke loud enough to 
awaken it. 

" I might have known it," he said. " They were a disgrace to me 
from their first hour ! I hated them both ; and they hated me ! Bevis 
was the worse of the two. I will not believe this yet, though ! I will 
contend against it to the last. But it is like Bevis it is like him ! " 

And then he raged again and asked questions about the 
woman, about her proofs, and pacing the room, turned first white 
and then purple in his repressed fury. 

When at last he had learned all there was to be told, and knew 
the worst, Mr. Havisham looked at him with a feeling of anxiety. 
He looked broken and haggard and changed. His rages had always 
been bad for him, but this one had been worse than the rest because 
there had been something more than rage in it. 

He came slowly back to the sofa, at last, and stood near it. 
" If any one had told me I could be fond of a child," he said, his 
harsh voice low and unsteady, " I should not have believed them, 


I always detested children my own more than the rest. I am 
fond of this one; he is fond of me " (with a bitter smile). " I am 
not popular ; I never was. But he is fond of me. He never was 
afraid of me he always trusted me. He would have filled my 
place better than I have filled it. I know that. He would have 
been an honor to the name." 

He bent down and stood a minute or so looking at the happy, 
sleeping face. His shaggy eyebrows were knitted fiercely, and yet 
somehow he did not seem fierce at all. He put up his hand, 
pushed the bright hair back from the forehead, and then turned 
away and rang the bell. 

When the largest footman appeared, he pointed to the sofa. 
"Take" he said, and then his voice changed a little "take 
Lord Fauntleroy to his room." 


WHEN Mr. Hobbs's young friend left him to go to Dorin- 
court Castle and become Lord Fauntleroy, and the 
grocery-man had time to realize that the Atlantic Ocean 
lay between himself and the small companion who had spent so 
many agreeable hours in his society, he really began to feel very 
lonely indeed. The fact was, Mr. Hobbs was not a clever man nor 
even a bright one ; he was, indeed, rather a slow and heavy person, 
and he had never made many acquaintances. He was not mentally 
energetic enough to know how to amuse himself, and in truth he 
never did anything of an entertaining nature but read the news- 
papers and add up his accounts. It was not very easy for him to 
add up his accounts, and sometimes it took him a long time to bring 
them out right ; and in the old days, little Lord Fauntleroy, who had 
learned how to add up quite nicely with his fingers and a slate and 
pencil, had sometimes even gone to the length of trying to help him ; 
and, then too, he had been so good a listener and had taken such an 
interest in what the newspaper said, and he and Mr. Hobbs had held 
such long conversations about the Revolution and the British and 
the elections and the Republican party, that it was no wonder his 
going left a blank in the grocery store. At first it seemed to Mr. 
Hobbs that Cedric was not really far away, and would come back 
again ; that some day he would look up from his paper and see the 
little lad standing in the door- way, in his white suit and red stockings, 
and with his straw hat on the back of his head, and would hear him 



say in his cheerful little voice : " Hello, Mr. Hobbs ! This is a 
hot day is n't it ? " But as the days passed on and this did not 
happen, Mr. Hobbs felt very dull and uneasy. He did not even 
enjoy his newspaper as much as he used to. He would put the 
paper down on his knee after reading it, and sit and stare at the 
high stool for a long time. There were some marks on the long 
legs which made him feel quite dejected and melancholy. They 
were marks made by the heels of the next Earl of Dorincourt, when 
he kicked and talked at the same time. It seems that even youth- 
ful earls kick the legs of things they sit on ; noble blood and lofty 
lineage do not prevent it. After looking at those marks, Mr. Hobbs 
would take out his gold watch and open it and stare at the inscrip- 
tion : " From his oldest friend, Lord Fauntleroy, to Mr. Hobbs. 
When this you see, remember me." And after staring at it awhile, 
he would shut it up with a loud snap, and sigh and get up 
and go and stand in the door-way between the box of potatoes 
and the barrel of apples and look up the street. At night, when 
the store was closed, he would light his pipe and walk slowly 
along the pavement until he reached the house where Cedric had 
lived, on which there was a sign that read, "This House to Let"; 
and he would stop near it and look up and shake his head, and 
puff at his pipe very hard, and after a while walk mournfully 
back again. 

This went on for two or three weeks before any new idea came 
to him. Being slow and ponderous, it always took him a long time to 
reach a new idea. As a rule, he did not like new ideas, but preferred 
old ones. After two or three weeks, however, during which, instead 
of getting better, matters really grew worse, a novel plan slowly 
and deliberately dawned upon him. He would go to see Dick. 
He smoked a great many pipes before he arrived at the conclusion, 
but finally he did arrive at it. He would go to see Dick. He 


knew all about Dick. Cedric had told him, and his idea was that 
perhaps Dick might be some comfort to him in the way of talking 
things over. 

So one day when Dick was very hard at work blacking a cus- 
tomer's boots, a short, stout man with a heavy face and a bald head 
stopped on the pavement and stared for two or three minutes at the 
bootblack's sign, which read : 


He stared at it so long that Dick began to take a lively interest 
in him, and when he had put the finishing touch to his customer's 
boots, he said : 

"Want a shine, sir? " 

The stout man came forward deliberately and put his foot on 
the rest. 

"Yes," he said. 

Then when Dick fell to work, the stout man looked from Dick 
to the sign and from the sign to Dick. 

" Where did you get that? " he asked. 

"From a friend o' mine," said Dick, "a little feller. He guv' 
me the whole outfit. He was the best little feller ye ever saw. He 's 
in England now. Gone to be one o' them lords." 

"Lord Lord "asked Mr. Hobbs, with ponderous slowness, 

" Lord Fauntleroy Coin' to be Earl of Dorincourt?" 
Dick almost dropped his brush. 

" Why, boss ! " he exclaimed, " d' ye know him yerself? " 

" I Ve known him," answered Mr. Hobbs, wiping his warm fore- 
head, "ever since he was born. We was lifetime acquaintances 
that 's what we was." 

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It really made him feel quite agitated to speak of it. He pulled 
the splendid gold watch out of his pocket and opened it, and showed 
the inside of the case to Dick. 

" ' When this you see, remem- 
ber me/ " he read. " That was his 
parting keepsake to me ' I don't 
want you to forget me ' those 
was his words I 'd ha' remem- 

bered him," he 
went on, shak- 
ing his head, "if 
he had n't given 
me a thing, an' 
I had n't seen 
hide nor hair on 
him again. He was a companion as any man would remember." 
" He was the nicest little feller I ever see," said Dick. " An' as 
sand I never seen so much sand to a little feller. I though 


t a 


heap o' him, I did, an' we was friends, too we was sort o' chums 
from the fust, that little young un an' me. I grabbed his ball from 
under a stage fur him, an' he never forgot it ; an' he 'd come down 
here, he would, with his mother or his nuss and he 'd holler: 
' Hello, Dick ! ' at me, as friendly as if he was six feet high, when he 
war n't knee high to a grasshopper, and was dressed in gal's 
clo'es. He was a gay little chap, and when you was down on your 
luck, it did you good to talk to him." 

" That 's so," said Mr. Hobbs. " It was a pity to make a earl 
out of him. He would have shone in the grocery business or dry 
goods either ; he would have shone ! " And he shook his head with 
deeper regret than ever. 

It proved that they had so much to say to each other that it 
was not possible to say it all at one time, and so it was agreed that 
the next night Dick should make a visit to the store and keep Mr. 
Hobbs company. The plan pleased Dick well enough. He had been 
a street waif nearly all his life, but he had never been a bad boy, and 
he had always had a private yearning for a more respectable kind of 
existence. Since he had been in business for himself, he had made 
enough money to enable him to sleep under a roof instead of out in 
the streets, and he had begun to hope he might reach even a higher 
plane, in time. So, to be invited to call on a stout, respectable man 
who owned a corner store, and even had a horse and wagon, seemed 
to him quite an event. 

"Do you know anything about earls and castles?" Mr. Hobbs 
inquired. " I 'd like to know more of the particklars." 

"There 's a story about some on 'em in the Penny Story 
Gazette," said Dick. " It 's called the ' Crime of a Coronet; or, The 
Revenge of the Countess May.' It 's a boss thing, too. Some of 
us boys 're takin' it to read." 

" Bring it up when you come," said Mr. Hobbs, "an' I '11 pay for 
it. Bring all you can find that have any earls in 'em. If there are 


n't earls, markises '11 do, or dooks though he never made mention 
of any dooks or markises. We did go over coronets a little, but I 
never happened to see any. I guess they don't keep 'em 'round 

"Tiffany 'd have 'em if anybody did," said Dick, "but I don't 
know as I 'd know one if I saw it." 

Mr. Hobbs did not explain that he would not have known one 
if he saw it. He merely shook his head ponderously. 

" I s'pose there is very little call for 'em," he said, and that ended 
the matter. 

This was the beginning of quite a substantial friendship. When 
Dick went up to the store, Mr. Hobbs received him with great 
hospitality. He gave him a chair tilted against the door, near a 
barrel of apples, and after his young visitor was seated, he made a 
jerk at them with the hand in which he held his pipe, saying : 

" Help yerself." 

Then he looked at the story papers, and after that they read 
and discussed the British aristocracy ; and Mr. Hobbs smoked his 
pipe very hard and shook his head a great deal. He shook it most 
when he pointed out the high stool with the marks on its legs. 

" There 's his very kicks," he said impressively ; " his very kicks. 
I sit and look at 'em by the hour. This is a world of ups an' it 's a 
world of downs. Why, he 'd set there, an' eat crackers out of a 
box, an' apples out of a barrel, an' pitch his cores into the street ; 
an' now he 's a lord a-livin' in a castle. Them 's a lord's kicks ; 
they '11 be a earl's kicks some day. Sometimes I says to myself, 
says I, ' Well, I '11 be jiggered ! ' " 

He seemed to derive a great deal of comfort from his reflections 
and Dick's visit. Before Dick went home, they had a supper in the 
small back-room ; they had crackers and cheese and sardines, 
and other canned things out of the store, and Mr. Hobbs solemnly 


opened two bottles of ginger ale, and pouring out two glasses, pro- 
posed a toast. 

" Here 's to him / " he said, lifting his glass, "an' may he teach 
'em a lesson earls an' markises an' dooks an' all ! " 

After that night, the two saw each other often, and Mr. Hobbs 
was much more comfortable and less desolate. They read the 
Penny Story Gazette, and many other interesting things, and gained 
a knowledge of the habits of the nobility and gentry which would 
have surprised those despised classes if they had realized it. One 
day Mr. Hobbs made a pilgrimage to a book store down town, for 
the express purpose of adding to their library. He went to the clerk 
and leaned over the counter to speak to him. 

' I want," he said, " a book about earls." 

' What ! " exclaimed the clerk. 

" A book," repeated the grocery-man, " about earls." 

" I 'm afraid," said the clerk, looking rather queer, " that we have 
n't what you want." 

" Have n't ? " said Mr. Hobbs, anxiously. " Well, say markises 
then or dooks." 

" I know of no such book," answered the clerk. 

Mr. Hobbs was much disturbed. He looked down on the 
floor, then he looked up. 

" None about female earls ? " he inquired. 

" I 'm afraid not," said the clerk with a smile. 

" Well," exclaimed Mr. Hobbs, "I '11 be jiggered ! " 

He was just going out of the store, when the clerk called him 
back and asked him if a story in which the nobility were chief char- 
acters would do. Mr. Hobbs said it would if he could not get an 
entire volume devoted to earls. So the clerk sold him a book called 
"The Tower of London," written by Mr. Harrison Ainsworth, and 
he carried it home. 


When Dick came they began to read it. It was a very wonderful 
and exciting book, and the scene was laid in the reign of the famous 
English queen who is called by some people Bloody Mary. And as 
Mr. Hobbs heard of Queen Mary's deeds and the habit she had of 
chopping people's heads off, putting them to the torture, and burn- 
ing them alive, he became very much excited. He took his pipe out 
of his mouth and stared at Dick, and at last he was obliged to mop 
the perspiration from his brow with his red pocket handkerchief. 

"Why, he aint safe!" he said. " He aint safe! If the women 
folks can sit up on their thrones an' give the word for things like 
that to be done, who 's to know what 's happening to him this very 
minute? He 's no more safe than nothing! Just let a woman like 
that get mad, an' no one 's safe ! " 

" Well," said Dick, though he looked rather anxious himself; "ye 
see this 'ere un is n't the one that 's bossin' things now. I know her 
name 's Victory, an' this un here in the book, her name 's Mary." 

" So it is," said Mr. Hobbs, still mopping his forehead ; "so it is. 
An' the newspapers are not sayin' anything about any racks, thumb- 
screws, or stake-burnin's, but still it does n't seem as if 't was safe 
for him over there with those queer folks. Why, they tell me they 
don't keep the Fourth o' July ! " 

He was privately uneasy for several days ; and it was not until 
he received Fauntleroy's letter and had read it several times, both 
to himself and to Dick, and had also read the letter Dick got about 
the same time, that he became composed again. 

But they both found great pleasure in their letters. They read 
and re-read them, and talked them over and enjoyed every word of 
them. And they spent days over the answers they sent, and read 
them over almost as often as the letters they had received. 

It was rather a labor for Dick to write his. All his knowledge of 
reading and writing he had gained during a few months, when he 


had lived with his elder brother, and had gone to a night-school ; 
but, being a sharp boy, he had made the most of that brief educa- 
tion, and had spelled out things in newspapers since then, and prac- 
ticed writing with bits of chalk on pavements or walls or fences. He 
told Mr. Hobbs all about his life and about his elder brother, who 
had been rather good to him after their mother died, when Dick 
was quite a little fellow. Their father had died some time before. 
The brother's name was Ben, and he had taken care of Dick as 
well as he could, until the boy was old enough to sell newspapers 
and run errands. They had lived together, and as he grew older 
Ben had managed to get along until he had quite a decent place 
in a store. 

" And then," exclaimed Dick with disgust, " blest if he did n't go 
an' marry a gal ! Just went and got spoony an' had n't any more 
sense left ! Married her, an' set up housekeepin' in two back rooms. 
An' a hefty un she was, a regular tiger-cat. She 'd tear things to 
pieces when she got mad, and she was mad all the time. Had a 
baby just like her, yell day 'n' night ! An' if I did n't have to 
'tend it ! an' when it screamed, she 'd fire things at me. She fired a 
plate at me one day, an' hit the baby cut its chin. Doctor said 
he 'd carry the mark till he died. A nice mother she was ! Crackey ! 
but did n't we have a time Ben 'n' mehself 'n' the young un. She 
was mad at Ben because he did n't make money faster ; 'n' at last 
he went out West with a man to set up a cattle ranch. An' had n't 
been gone a week 'fore one night, I got home from sellin' my papers, 
'n' the rooms wus locked up 'n'. empty, 'n' the woman o' the house, 
she told me Minna 'd gone shown a clean pair o' heels. Some un 
else said she 'd gone across the water to be nuss to a lady as had a 
little baby, too. Never heard a word of her since nuther has 
Ben. If I 'd ha' bin him, I would n't ha' fretted a bit 'n' I guess 
he did n't. But he thought a heap o' her at the start. Tell you, he 


was spoons on her. She was a daisy-lookin' gal, too, when she was 
dressed up 'n' not mad. She 'd big black eyes 'n' black hair down to 
her knees ; she 'd make it into a rope as big as your arm, and twist 
it 'round 'n' 'round her head ; 'n' I tell you her eyes 'd snap ! Folks 
used to say she was part /tali-un said her mother or father 'd come 
from there, 'n' it made her queer. I tell ye, she was one of 'em 
she was ! " 

He often told Mr. Hobbs stories of her and of his brother Ben, 
who, since his going out West, had written once or twice to Dick. 
Ben's luck had not been good, and he had wandered from place to 
place ; but at last he had settled on a ranch in California, where he 
was at work at the time when Dick became acquainted with Mr. 

" That gal," said Dick one day, "she took all the grit out o' him. 
I could n't help feelin' sorry for him sometimes." 

They were sitting in the store door-way together, and Mr. 
Hobbs was filling his pipe. 

" He ought n't to Ve married," he said solemnly, as he rose to 
get a match. "Women I never could see any use in 'em, 

As he took the match from its box, he stopped and looked down 
on the counter. 

"Why!" he said, "if here is n't a letter! I did n't see it before. 
The postman must have laid it down when I was n't noticin', or the 
newspaper slipped over it." 

He picked it up and looked at it carefully. 

"It 's from him!" he exclaimed. "That 's the very one it 's 
from ! " 

He forgot his pipe altogether. He went back to his chair quite 
excited and took his pocket-knife and opened the envelope. 

" I wonder what news there is this time," he said. 


And then he unfolded the letter and read as follows : 

" My dear Mr. Hobbs 

" I write this in a great hury becaus i have something curous to tell you i know you 
will be very mutch suprised my dear frend when i tel you. It is all a mistake and i 
am not a lord and i shall not have to be an earl there is a lady whitch was marid to 
my uncle bevis who is dead and she has a little boy and he is lord fauntleroy becaus 
that is the way it is in England the earls eldest sons little boy is the earl if every body 
else is dead i mean if his farther and grandfarther are dead my grandfarther is not dead but 
my uncle bevis is and so his boy is lord Fauntleroy and i am not becaus my papa was 
the youngest son and my name is Cedric Errol like it was when i was in New York 
and all the things will belong to the other boy i thought at first i should have to give 
him my pony and cart but my grandfarther says i need not my grandfarther is very 
sorry and i think he does not like the lady but preaps he thinks dearest and i are sorry 
because i shall not be an earl i would like to be an earl now better than i thout i would 
at first becaus this is a beautifle castle and i like every body so and when you are rich 
you can do so many things i am not rich now becaus when your papa is only the 
youngest son he is not very rich i am going to learn to work so that i can take care of 
dearest i have been asking Wilkins about grooming horses preaps i might be a groom 
or a coachman, the lady brought her little boy to the castle and my grandfarther and 
Mr. Havisham talked to her i think she was angry she talked loud and my grandfarther 
was angry too i never saw him angry before i wish it did not make them all mad i thort 
i would tell you and Dick right away becaus you would be intrusted so no more at 
present with love from 

" your old frend "CEDRIC ERROL (Not lord Fauntleroy)." 

Mr. Hobbs fell back in his chair, the letter dropped on his 
knee, his pen-knife slipped to the floor, and so did the envelope. 
" Well ! " he ejaculated, " I am jiggered ! " 

He was so dumfounded that he actually changed his exclama- 
tion. It had always been his habit to say, " I will be jiggered," 
but this time he said, " I am jiggered." Perhaps he really was jig- 
gered. There is no knowing. 

" Well," said Dick, "the whole thing 's bust up, has n't it?" 


"Bust!" said Mr. Hobbs. "It 's my opinion it 's a put-up job 
o' the British 'ristycrats to rob him of his rights because he 's an 
American. They Ve had a spite agin us ever since the Revolution, 
an' they 're takin' it out on him. I told you he was n't safe, an' 
see what 's happened ! Like as not, the whole gover'ment 's got 
together to rob him of his lawful ownin's." 

He was very much agitated. He had not approved of the 
change in his young friend's circumstances at first, but lately he had 
become more reconciled to it, and after the receipt of Cedric's letter 
he had perhaps even felt some secret pride in his young friend's 
magnificence. He might not have a good opinion of earls, but he 
knew that even in America money was considered rather an agree- 
able thing, and if all the wealth and grandeur were to go with the 
title, it must be rather hard to lose it. 

"They 're trying to rob him!" he said, "that 's what they 're 
doing, and folks that have money ought to look after him." 

And he kept Dick with him until quite a late hour to talk it 
over, and when that young man .left, he went with him to the corner 
of the street ; and on his way back he stopped opposite the empty 
house for some time, staring at the " To Let," and smoking his pipe, 
in much disturbance of mind. 


A VERY few days after the dinner party at the Castle, almost 
everybody in England who read the newspapers at all knew 
the romantic story of what had happened at Dorincourt It 
made a very interesting story when it was told with all the details. 
There was the little American boy who had been brought to Eng- 
land to be Lord Fauntleroy, and who was said to be so fine and 
handsome a little fellow, and to have already made people fond of 
him ; there was the old Earl, his grandfather, who was so proud of 
his heir ; there was the pretty young mother who had never been 
forgiven for marrying Captain Errol ; and there was the strange 
marriage of Bevis, the dead Lord Fauntleroy, and the strange wife, 
of whom no one knew anything, suddenly appearing with her son, 
and saying that he was the real Lord Fauntleroy and must have his 
rights. All these things were talked about and written about, and 
caused a tremendous sensation. And then there came the rumor 
that the Earl of Dorincourt was not satisfied with the turn affairs 
had taken, and would perhaps contest the claim by law, and the 
matter might end with a wonderful trial. 

There never had been such excitement before in the county 
in which Erleboro was situated. On market-days, people stood in 
groups and talked and wondered what would be done ; the farmers' 
wives invited one another to tea that they might tell one another all 
they had heard and all they thought and all they thought other 
people thought. They related wonderful anecdotes about the Earl's 


rage and his determination not to acknowledge the new Lord 
Fauntleroy, and his hatred of the woman who was the claimant's 
mother. But, of course, it was Mrs. Dibble who could tell the most, 
and who was more in demand than ever. 

" An' a bad lookout it is," she said. "An' if you were to ask me, 
ma'am, I should say as it was a judgment on him for the way he 's 
treated that sweet young cre'tur' as he parted from her child, for 
he 's got that fond of him an' that set on him an' that proud of him 
as he 's a'most drove mad by what 's happened. An' what 's more, 
this new one 's no lady, as his little lordship's ma is. She 's a bold- 
faced, black-eyed thing, as Mr. Thomas says no gentleman in livery 
'u'd bemean hisself to be gave orders by ; and let her come into the 
house, he says, an' he goes out of it. An' the boy don't no more 
compare with the other one than nothin' you could mention. An' 
mercy knows what 's goin' to come of it all, an' where it 's to end, an' 
you might have knocked me down with a feather when Jane brought 
the news." 

In fact there was excitement everywhere at the Castle: in the 
library, where the Earl and Mr. Havisham sat and talked ; in the 
servants' hall, where Mr. Thomas and the butler and the other men 
and women servants gossiped and exclaimed at all times of the day ; 
and in the stables, where Wilkins went about his work in a quite 
depressed state of mind, and groomed the brown pony more beauti- 
fully than ever, and said mournfully to the coachman that he " never 
taught a young gen'leman to ride as took to it more nat'ral, or was 
a better-plucked one than he was. He was a one as it were some 
pleasure to ride behind." 

But in the midst of all the disturbance there was one person who 
was quite calm and untroubled. That person was the little Lord 
Fauntleroy who was said not to be Lord Fauntleroy at all. When 
first the state of affairs had been explained to him, he had felt some 




little anxiousness and perplexity, it is true, but its foundation was 
not in baffled ambition. 

While the Earl told him what had happened, he had sat on a 
stool holding on to his knee, as he so often did when he was listen- 
ing to anything interesting ; and by the time the story was finished 
he looked quite sober. 

" It makes me feel very queer," he said; "it makes me feel 
queer ! " 

The Earl looked at the boy in silence. It made him feel queer, 
too queerer than he had ever felt in his whole life. And he felt more 
queer still when he saw that there was a troubled expression on the 
small face which was usually so happy. 

"Will they take Dearest's house from her and her carriage?" 
Cedric asked in a rather unsteady, anxious little voice. 

"No!" said the Earl decidedly in quite a loud voice, in fact. 
" They can take nothing from her." 

" Ah ! " said Cedric, with evident relief. " Can't they ? " 

Then he looked up at his grandfather, and there was a wistful 
shade in his eyes, and they looked very big and soft. 

"That, other boy," he said rather tremulously "he will have 
to to be your boy now as I was wont he ? " 

" No/" answered the Earl and he said it so fiercely and loudly 
that Cedric quite jumped. 

" No ?" he exclaimed, in wondejment. "Wont he? I thought 

He stood up from his stool quite suddenly. 

" Shall I be your boy, even if I 'm not going to be an earl ? " 
he said. " Shall I be your boy, just as I was before ? " And his 
flushed little face was all alight with eagerness. 

How the old Earl did look at him from head to foot, to be sure ! 
How his great shaggy brows did draw themselves together, and 
how queerly his deep eyes shone under them how very queerly ! 


"My boy!" he said and, if you'll believe it, his very voice 
was queer, almost shaky and a little broken and hoarse, not at all 
what you would expect an Earl's voice to be, though he spoke more 
decidedly and peremptorily even than before, " Yes, you '11 be my 
boy as long as I live ; and, by George, sometimes I feel as if you 
were the only boy 1 had ever had." 

Cedric's face turned red to the roots of his hair ; it turned red 
with relief and pleasure. He put both his hands deep into his 
pockets and looked squarely into his noble relative's eyes. 

" Do you ? " he said. " Well, then, I don't care about the earl 
part at all. I don't care whether I'm an earl or not. I thought 
you see, I thought the one that was going to be the Earl would 
have to be your boy, too, and and I could n't be. That was what 
made me feel so queer." 

The Earl put his hand on his shoulder and drew him nearer. 

" They shall take nothing from you that I can hold for you," he 
said, drawing his breath hard. " I wont believe yet that they can 
take anything from you. You were made for the place, and well, 
you may fill it still. But whatever comes, you shall have all that I 
can give you all ! " 

It scarcely seemed as if he were speaking to a child, there was 
such determination in his face and voice ; it was more as if he were 
making a promise to himself and perhaps he was. 

He had never before known how deep a hold upon him his 
fondness for the boy and his pride in him had taken. He had never 
seen his strength and good qualities and beauty as he seemed to see 
them now. To his obstinate nature it seemed impossible more 
than impossible to give up what he had so set his heart upon. And 
he had determined that he would not give it up without a fierce 

Within a few days after she had seen Mr. Havisham, the 
woman who claimed to be Lady Fauntleroy presented herself at the 



Castle, and brought her child with her. She was sent away. The 
Earl would not see her, she was told by the footman at the door; his 
lawyer would attend to her case. It was Thomas who gave the 
message, and who expressed his opinion of her freely afterward, in 
the servants' hall. He "hoped," he said, "as he had wore livery in 
'igh famblies long enough 
to know a lady when he 
see one, an' if that was a 
lady he was no judge o' 

" The one at the Lodge," 
added Thomas loftily, 
"'Merican or no 'Merican, 
she 's one o' the right sort, 
as any gentleman 'u'd rec- 
kinize with 'alf a heye. I 
remarked it myself to 
Henery when fust we 
called there." 

The woman drove 
away ; the look on her 
handsome, common face 
half frightened, half fierce. 
Mr. Havisham had noticed, 


during his interviews with THAT THE EARL WOU LD NOT SEE HER. 

her, that though she had 

a passionate temper, and a coarse, insolent manner, she was neither so 
clever nor so bold as she meant to be ; she seemed sometimes to be 
almost overwhelmed by the position in which she had placed herself. 
It was as if she had not expected to meet with such opposition. 

"She is evidently," the lawyer said to Mrs. Errol, "a person 
from the lower walks of life. She is uneducated and untrained in 


everything, and quite unused to meeting' people like ourselves 
on any terms of equality. She does not know what to do. Her 
visit to the Castle quite cowed her. She was infuriated, but she 
was cowed. The Earl would not receive her, but I advised him 
to go with me to the Dorincourt Arms, where she is staying. 
When she saw him enter the room, she turned white, though she 
flew into a rage at once, and threatened and demanded in one 

The fact was that the Earl had stalked into the room and 
stood, looking like a venerable aristocratic giant, staring at the 
woman from under his beetling brows, and not condescending 
a word. He simply stared at her, taking her in from head to 
foot as if she were some repulsive curiosity. He let her talk and 
demand until she was tired, without himself uttering a word, and 
then he said : 

" You say you are my eldest son's wife. If that is true, and if 
the proof you offer is too much for us, the law is on your side. In 
that case, your boy is Lord Fauntleroy. The matter will be sifted to 
the bottom, you may rest assured. If your claims are proved, you 
will be provided for. I want to see nothing of either you or the 
child so long as I live. The place will unfortunately have enough 
of you after my death. You are exactly the kind of person I should 
have expected my son Bevis to choose." 

And then he turned his back upon her and stalked out of the 
room as he had stalked into it. 

Not many days after that, a visitor was announced to Mrs. 
Errol, who was writing in her little morning room. The maid, who 
brought the message, looked rather excited ; her eyes were quite 
round with amazement, in fact, and being young and inexperienced, 
she regarded her mistress with nervous sympathy. 

" It 's the Earl hisself, ma'am ! " she said in tremulous awe. 


When Mrs. Errol entered the drawing-room, a very tall, majes- 
tic-looking old man was standing on the tiger-skin rug. He had a 
handsome, grim old face, with an aquiline profile, a long white 
mustache, and an obstinate look. 

" Mrs. Errol, I believe?" he said. 

" Mrs. Errol," she answered. 

" I am the Earl of Dorincourt," he said. 

He paused a moment, almost unconsciously, to look into her 
uplifted eyes. They were so like the big, affectionate, childish eyes 
he had seen uplifted to his own so often every day during the last 
few months, that they gave him a quite curious sensation. 

" The boy is very like you," he said abruptly. 

"It has been often said so, my lord," she replied, "but I have 
been glad to think him like his father also." 

As Lady Lorridaile had told him, her voice was very sweet, and 
her manner was very simple and dignified. She did not seem in the 
least troubled by his sudden coming. 

"Yes," said the Earl, "he is like my son too." He put his 
hand up to his big white mustache and pulled it fiercely. " Do you 
know," he said, "why I have come here?" 

"I have seen Mr. Havisham," Mrs. Errol began, "and he has 
told me of the claims which have been made " 

" I have come to tell you," said the Earl, "that they will be inves- 
tigated and contested, if a contest can be made. I have come to tell 
you that the boy shall be defended with all the power of the law. 

His rights " 

The soft voice interrupted him. 

" He must have nothing that is not his by right, even if the law 
can give it to him," she said. 

" Unfortunately the law can not," said the Earl. " If it could, it 
should. This outrageous woman and her child " 


" Perhaps she cares for him as much as I care for Cedric, my 
lord," said little Mrs. Errol. " And if she was your eldest son's wife, 
her son is Lord Fauntleroy, and mine is not." 

She was no more afraid of him than Cedric had been, and she 
looked at him just as Cedric would have looked, and he, having been 
an old tyrant all his life, was privately pleased by it. People so sel- 
dom dared to differ from him that there was an entertaining novelty 
in it. 

"I suppose," he said, scowling slightly, "that you would much 
prefer that he should not be the Earl of Dorincourt." 
Her fair young face flushed. 

" It is a very magnificent thing to be the Earl of Dorincourt, my 
lord," she said. " I know that, but I care most that he should be 
what his father was brave and just and true always." 

" In striking contrast to what his grandfather was, eh ? " said his 
lordship sardonically. 

"I have not had the pleasure of knowing his grandfather, "replied 

Mrs. Errol, "but I know my little boy believes " She stopped 

short 'a moment, looking quietly into his face, and then she added, 
" I know that Cedric loves you." 

" Would he have loved me," said the Earl dryly, " if you had told 
him why I did not receive you at the Castle ? " 

"No," answered Mrs. Errol, "I think not. That was why I did 
not wish him to know." 

"Well," said my lord brusquely, "there are few women who 
would not have told him." 

He suddenly began to walk up and down the room, pulling his 
great mustache more violently than ever. 

" Yes, he is fond of me," he said, "and I am fond of him. I can't 
say I ever was fond of anything before. I am fond of him. He 
pleased me from the first. I am an old man, and was tired of my 


life. He has given me something to live for. I am proud of him. 
I was satisfied to think of his taking his place some day as the head 
of the family." 

He came back and stood before Mrs. Errol. 
" I am miserable," he said. " Miserable ! " 

He looked as if he was. Even his pride could not keep his 
voice steady or his hands from shaking. For a moment it almost 
seemed as if his deep, fierce eyes had tears in them. " Perhaps it is 
because I am miserable that I have come to you," he said, quite 
glaring down at her. " I used to hate you ; I have been jealous of 
you. This wretched, disgraceful business has changed that. After 
seeing that repulsive woman who calls herself the wife of my son 
Bevis, I actually felt it would be a relief to look at you. I have 
been an obstinate old fool, and I suppose I have treated you badly. 
You are like the boy, and the boy is the first object in my life. I am 
miserable, and I came to you merely because you are like the boy, 
and he cares for you, and I care for him. Treat me as well as you 
can, for the boy's sake." 

He said it all in his harsh voice, and almost roughly, but some- 
how he seemed so broken down for the time that Mrs. Errol was 
touched to the heart. She got up and moved an arm-chair a little 

" I wish you would sit down," she said in a soft, pretty, sympa- 
thetic way. " You have been so much troubled that you are very 
tired, and you need all your strength." 

It was just as new to him to be spoken to and cared for in that 
gentle, simple way as it was to be contradicted. He was reminded 
of " the boy " again, and he actually did as she asked him. Perhaps 
his disappointment and wretchedness were good discipline for him ; 
if he had not been wretched he might have continued to hate her, 
but just at present he found her a little soothing. Almost anything 


would have seemed pleasant by contrast with Lady Fauntleroy ; and 
this one had so sweet a face and voice, and a pretty dignity when 
she spoke or moved. Very soon, through the quiet magic of these 
influences, he began to feel less gloomy, and then he talked still more. 

" Whatever happens," he said, " the boy shall be provided for. 
He shall be taken care of, now and in the future," 

Before he went away, he glanced around the room. 

" Do you like the house?" he demanded. 

11 Very much," she answered. 

" This is a cheerful room," he said. " May I come here again 
and talk this matter over ? " 

" As often as you wish, my lord," she replied. 

And then he went out to his carriage and drove away, Thomas 
and Henry almost stricken dumb upon the box at the turn affairs 
had taken. 


OF course, as soon as the story of Lord Fauntleroy and the 
difficulties of the Earl of Dorincourt were discussed in the 
English newspapers, they were discussed in the American 
newspapers. The story was too interesting to be passed over 
lightly, and it was talked of a great deal. There were so many 
versions of it that it would have been an edifying thing to buy all 
the papers and compare them. Mr. Hobbs read so much about it 
that he became quite bewildered. One paper described his young 
friend Cedric as an infant in arms, another as a young man at 
Oxford, winning all the honors, and distinguishing himself by writ- 
ing Greek poems ; one said he was engaged to a young lady of 
great beauty, who was the daughter of a duke ; another said he had 
just been married ; the only thing, in fact, which was not said was 
that he was a little boy between seven and eight, with handsome 
legs and curly hair. One said he was no relation to the Earl of 
Dorincourt at all, but was a small impostor who had sold newspapers 
and slept in the streets of New York before his mother imposed upon 
the family lawyer, who came to America to look for the Earl's heir. 
Then came the descriptions of the new Lord Fauntleroy and his 
mother. Sometimes she was a gypsy, sometimes an actress, some- 
times a beautiful Spaniard ; but it was always agreed that the Earl 
of Dorincourt was her deadly enemy, and would not acknowledge 
her son as his heir if he could help it, and as there seemed to be 
some slight flaw in the papers she had produced, it was expected 


that there would be a long trial, which would be far more interesting 
than anything ever carried into court before. Mr. Hobbs used to 
read the papers until his head was in a whirl, and in the evening he 
and Dick would talk it all over. They found out what an important 
personage an Earl of Dorincourt was, and what a magnificent income 
he possessed, and how many estates he owned, and how stately and 
beautiful was the Castle in which he lived ; and the more they 
learned, the more excited they became. 

" Seems like somethin' orter be done," said Mr. Hobbs. " Things 
like them orter be held on to earls or no earls." 

But there really was nothing they could do but each -write a 
letter to Cedric, containing assurances of their friendship and sym- 
pathy. They wrote those letters as soon as they could after receiv- 
ing the news ; and after having written them, they handed them 
over to each other to be read. 

This is what Mr. Hobbs read in Dick's letter: 

" DERE FREND: i got ure letter an Mr. Hobbs got his an we are sory u are down on 
ure luck an we say hold on as longs u kin an dont let no one git ahed of u. There 
is a lot of ole theves \vil make al they kin of u ef u dont kepe ure i skined. But this 
is mosly to say that ive not forgot wot u did fur me an if there aint no better way cum 
over here an go in pardners with me. Biznes is fine an ile see no harm cums to u 
Enny big feler that trise to cum it over u wil hafter setle it fust with Perfessor Dick 
Tipton So no more at present DICK." 

And this was what Dick read in Mr. Hobbs's letter : 

" DEAR SIR : Yrs received and wd say things looks bad. I believe its a put up 
job and them thats done it ought to be looked after sharp. And what I write to say 
is two things. Im going to look this thing up. Keep quiet and 111 see a lawyer and 
do all I can And if the worst happens and them earls is too many for us theres a 
partnership in the grocery business ready for you when yure old enough and a home 
and a friend in 

" Yrs truly, SILAS HOBBS." 


"Well," said Mr. Hobbs, "he 's pervided for between us, if he 
aint a earl." 

" So he is," said Dick. " I'd ha' stood by him. Blest if I did n't 
like that little feller fust-rate." 

The very next morning, one of Dick's customers was rather 
surprised. He was a young lawyer just beginning practice as 
poor as a very young lawyer can possibly be, but a bright, ener- 
getic young fellow, with sharp wit and a good temper. He had a 
shabby office near Dick's stand, and every morning Dick blacked his 
boots for him, and quite often they were not exactly water-tight, but 
he always had a friendly word or a joke for Dick. 

That particular morning, when he put his foot on the rest, he 
had an illustrated paper in his hand an enterprising paper, with 
pictures in it of conspicuous people and things. He had just fin- 
ished looking it over, and when the last boot was polished, he 
handed it over to the boy. 

" Here 's a paper for you, Dick," he said ; " you can look it over 
when you drop in at Delmonico's for your breakfast. Picture of an 
English castle in it, and an English earl's daughter-in-law. Fine 
young woman, too, lots of hair, though she seems to be raising 
rather a row. You ought to become familiar with the nobility and 
gentry, Dick. Begin on the Right Honorable the Earl of Dorin- 
court and Lady Fauntleroy. Hello ! I say, what 's the matter ? " 

The pictures he spoke of were on the front page, and Dick was 
staring at one of them with his eyes and mouth open, and his sharp 
face almost pale with excitement. 

"What 's to pay, Dick?" said the young man. "What has 
paralyzed you ? " 

Dick really did look as if something tremendous had happened. 
He pointed to the picture, under which was written : 
" Mother of Claimant (Lady Fauntleroy)." 


It was the picture of a handsome woman, with large eyes and 
heavy braids of black hair wound around her head. 

" Her ! " said Dick. " My, I know her better 'n I know you ! " 
The young man began to laugh. 

" Where did you meet her, Dick ? " he said. "At Newport ? Or 
when you ran over to Paris the last time ? " 

Dick actually forgot to grin. He began to gather his brushes 
and things together, as if he had something to do which would put 
an end to his business for the present. 

" Never mind," he said. " I know her! An I Ve struck work 
for this mornin'." 

And in less than five minutes from that time he was tearing 
through the streets on his way to Mr. Hobbs and the corner store. 
Mr. Hobbs could scarcely believe the evidence of his senses when 
he looked across the counter and saw Dick rush in with the paper 
in his hand. The boy was out of breath with running; so much 
out of breath, in fact, that he could scarcely speak as he threw the 
paper down on the counter. 

" Hello ! " exclaimed Mr. Hobbs. " Hello ! What you got 
there ? " 

" Look at it ! " panted Dick. " Look at that woman in the pict- 
ure ! That 's what you look at ! She aint no 'ristocrat, she aint ! " 
with withering scorn. "She 's no lord's wife. You may eat me, 
if it aint Minna Minna! I 'd know her anywheres, an' so 'd Ben. 
Jest ax him." 

Mr. Hobbs dropped into his seat. 

" I knowed it was a put-up job," he said. " I knowed it ; and they 
done it on account o' him bein' a 'Merican ! " 

" Done it ! " cried Dick, with disgust. " She done it, that 's who 
done it. She was allers up to her tricks ; an' I '11 tell yer wot come 
to me, the minnit I saw her pictur. There was one o' them papers we 


saw had a letter in it that said somethin' 'bout her boy, an' it said he 
had a scar on his chin. Put them two together her 'n' that there 
scar! Why, that there boy o' hers aint no more a lord than I am! 
It 's Bens boy, the little chap she hit when she let fly that plate 
at me." 

Professor Dick Tipton had always been a sharp boy, and earn- 
ing his living in the streets of a big city had made him still sharper. 
He had learned to keep his eyes open and his wits about him, and 
it must be confessed he enjoyed immensely the excitement and 
impatience of that moment. If little Lord Fauntleroy could only 
have looked into the store that morning,' he would certainly have 
been interested, even if all the discussion and plans had been 
intended to decide the fate of some other boy than himself. 

Mr. Hobbs was almost overwhelmed by his sense of responsi- 
bility, and Dick was all alive and full of energy. He began to write 
a letter to Ben, and he cut out the picture and inclosed it to him, 
and Mr. Hobbs wrote a letter to Cedric and one to the Earl. They 
were in the midst of this letter- writing when a new idea came to 

"Say," he said, "the feller that give me the paper, he 's a lawyer. 
Let 's ax him what we 'd better do. Lawyers knows it all." 

Mr. Hobbs was immensely impressed by this suggestion and 
Dick's business capacity. 

" That 's so ! " he'replied. " This here calls for lawyers." 

And leaving the store in the care of a substitute, he struggled 
into his coat and marched down-town with Dick, and the two pre- 
sented themselves with their romantic story in Mr. Harrison's office, 
much to that young man's astonishment. 

If he had not been a very young lawyer, with a very enterpris- 
ing mind and a great deal of spare time on his hands, he might 
not have been so readily interested in what they had to say, for it 


all certainly sounded very wild and queer ; but he chanced to want 
something to do very much, and he chanced to know Dick, and 
Dick chanced to say his say in a very sharp, telling sort of way. 

" And," said Mr. Hobbs, " say what your time 's worth a' hour 
and look into this thing thorough, and / '// pay the damage, Silas 
Hobbs, corner of Blank street, Vegetables and Fancy Groceries." 

" Well," said Mr. Harrison, " it will be a big thing if it turns out 
all right, and it will be almost as big a thing for me as for Lord 
Fauntleroy; and, at any rate, no harm can be done by investigating. 
It appears there has been some dubiousness about the child. The 
woman contradicted herself in some of her statements about his age, 
and aroused suspicion. The first persons to be written to are Dick's 
brother and the Earl of Dorincourt's family lawyer." 

And actually, before the sun went down, two letters had been 
written and sent in two different directions one speeding out of 
New York harbor on a mail steamer on its way to England, and the 
other on a train carrying letter.s and passengers bound for Cali- 
fornia. And the first was addressed to T. Havisham, Esq., and the 
second to Benjamin Tipton. 

And after the store was closed that evening, Mr. Hobbs and 
Dick sat in the back-room and talked together until midnight. 


IT is astonishing how short a time it takes for very wonderful 
things to happen. It had taken only a few minutes, apparently, 
to change all the fortunes of the little boy dangling his red legs 
from the high stool in Mr. Hobbs's store, and to transform him from 
a small boy, living the simplest life in a quiet street, into an English 
nobleman, the heir to an earldom and magnificent wealth. It had 
taken only a few minutes, apparently, to change him from an English 
nobleman into a penniless little impostor, with no right to any of the 
splendors he had been enjoying. And, surprising as it may appear, 
it did not take nearly so long a time as one might have expected, to 
alter the face of everything again and to give back to him all that 
he had been in danger of losing. 

It took the less time because, after all, the woman who had 
called herself Lady Fauntleroy was not nearly so clever as she was 
wicked ; and when she had been closely pressed by Mr. Havisham's 
questions about her marriage and her boy, she had made one or two 
blunders which had caused suspicion to be awakened; and then she 
had lost her presence of mind and her temper, and in her excitement 
and anger had betrayed herself still further. All the mistakes she 
made were about her child. There seemed no doubt that she had 
been married to Bevis, Lord Fauntleroy, and had quarreled with 
him and had been paid to keep away from him; but Mr. Havisham 
found out that her story of the boy's being born in a certain part of 
London was false ; and just when they all were in the midst of the 

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commotion caused by this discovery, there came the letter from the 
young lawyer in New York, and Mr. Hobbs's letters also. 

What an evening it was when those letters arrived, and when 
Mr. Havisham and the Earl sat and talked their plans over in the 

"After my first three meetings with her," said Mr. Havisham, "I 
began to suspect her strongly. It appeared to me that the child was 
older than she said he was, and she made a slip in speaking of the 
date of his birth and then tried to patch the matter tip. The story 
these letters bring fits in with several of my suspicions. Our best plan 
will be to cable at once for these two Tiptons, say nothing about 
them to her, and suddenly confront her with them when she is not 
expecting it. She is only a very clumsy plotter, after all. My 
opinion is that she will be frightened out of her wits, and will betray 
herself on the spot." 

And that was what actually happened. She was told nothing, 
and Mr. Havisham kept her from suspecting anything by continuing 
to have interviews with her, in which he assured her he was investi- 
gating her statements ; and she really began to feel so secure that 
her spirits rose immensely and she began to be as insolent as might 
have been expected. 

But one fine morning, as she sat in her sitting-room at the 
inn called "The Dorincourt Arms," making some very fine plans for 
herself, Mr. Havisham was announced ; and when he entered, he 
was followed by no less than three persons one was a sharp-faced 
boy and one was a big young man and the third was the Earl 
of Dorincourt. 

She sprang to her feet and actually uttered a cry of terror. It 
broke from her before she had time to check it. She had thought 
of these new-comers as being thousands of miles away, when she had 
ever thought of them at all, which she had scarcely done for years. 


She had never expected to see them again. It must be confessed 
that Dick grinned a little when he saw her. 

" Hello, Minna ! " he said. 

The big young man who was Ben stood still a minute and 
looked at her. 

" Do you know her?" Mr. Havisham asked, glancing from one to 
the other. 

" Yes," said Ben. " I know her and she knows me." And he 
turned his back on her and went and stood looking out of the 
window, as if the sight of her was hateful to him, as indeed it was. 
Then the woman, seeing herself so baffled and exposed, lost all con- 
trol over herself and flew into such a rage as Ben and Dick had often 
seen her in before. Dick grinned a trifle more as he watched 
her and heard the names she called them all and the violent threats 
she made, but Ben did not turn to look at her. 

'' I can swear to her in any court," he said to Mr. Havisham, "and 
I can bring a dozen others who will. Her father is a respectable 
sort of man, though he 's low down in the world. Her mother was 
just like herself. She 's dead, but he 's alive, and he 's honest 
enough to be ashamed of her. He '11 tell you who she is, and 
whether she married me or not." 

Then he clenched his hand suddenly and turned on her. 

"Where 's the child?" he demanded. "He 's going with me ! 
He is done with you, and so am I ! " 

And just as he finished saying the words, the door leading into 
the bedroom opened a little, and the boy, probably attracted by the 
sound of the loud voices, looked in. He was not a handsome boy, 
but he had rather a nice face, and he was quite like Ben, his father, as 
any one could see, and there was the three-cornered scar on his chin. 
Ben walked up to him and took his hand, and his own was 


" Yes," he said, " I could swear to him, too. Tom," he said to 
the little fellow, "I 'm your father ; I Ve come to take you away. 
Where 's your hat ? " 

The boy pointed to where it lay on a chair. It evidently 
rather pleased him to hear that he was going away. He had been 
so accustomed to queer experiences that it did not surprise him to 
be told by a stranger that he was his father. He objected so much 
to the woman who had come a few months before to the place where 
he had lived since his babyhood, and who had suddenly announced 
that she was his mother, that he was quite ready for a change. Ben 
took up the hat and marched to the door. 

"If you want me again," he said to Mr. Havisham, "you know 
where to find me." 

He walked out of the room, holding the child's hand and not 
looking at the woman once. She was fairly raving with fury, and 
the Earl was calmly gazing at her through his eyeglasses, which he 
had quietly placed upon his aristocratic, eagle nose. 

" Come, come, my young woman," said Mr. Havisham. " This 
wont do at all. If you don't want to be locked up, you really must 
behave yourself." 

And there was something so very business-like in his tones 
that, probably feeling that the safest thing she could do would be to 
get out of the way, she gave him one savage look and dashed past 
him into the next room and slammed the door. 

" We shall have no more trouble with her," said Mr. Havisham. 

And he was right ; for that very night she left the Dorincourt 

Arms and took the train to London, and was seen no more. 


When the Earl left the room after the interview, he went at 
once to his carriage. 

" To Court Lodge," he said to Thomas. 




" To Court Lodge," said Thomas to the coachman as he mounted 
the box ; " an' you may depend on it, things are taking a unigg- 
spected turn." 

When the carriage stopped at Court Lodge, Cedric was in the 
drawing-room with his mother. 

The Earl came in without being announced. He looked an 
inch or so taller, and a great many years younger. His deep eyes 

" Where," he said, "is Lord Fauntleroy ?" 

Mrs. Errol came forward, a flush rising to her cheek. 
" Is it Lord Fauntleroy ? " she asked. " Is it, indeed ! " 

The Earl put out his hand and grasped hers. 
" Yes," he answered, "it is." 

Then he put his other hand on Cedric's shoulder. 
" Fauntleroy," he said in his unceremonious, authoritative way, 
" ask your mother when she will come to us at the Castle." 

Fauntleroy flung his arms around his mother's neck. 
" To live with us ! " he cried. " To live with us always ! " 

The Earl looked at Mrs. Errol, and Mrs. Errol looked at the 
Earl. His lordship was entirely in earnest. He had made up his 
mind to waste no time in arranging this matter. He had begun to 
think it would suit him to make friends with his heir's mother. 

"Are you quite sure you want me?" said Mrs. Errol, with her 
soft, pretty smile. 

"Quite sure," he said bluntly. "We have always wanted you, 
but we were not exactly aware of it. We hope you will come." 


BEN took his boy and went back to his cattle ranch in Cali- 
fornia, and he returned under very comfortable circumstances. 
Just before his going, Mr. Havisham had an interview with 
him in which the lawyer told him that the Earl of Dorincourt wished 
to do something for the boy who might have turned out to be Lord 
Fauntleroy, and so he had decided that it would be a good plan to 
invest in a cattle ranch of his own, and put Ben in charge of it on 
terms which would make it pay him very well, and which would 
lay a foundation for his son's future. And so when Ben went away, 
he went as the prospective master of a ranch which would be almost 
as good as his own, and might easily become his own in time, as 
indeed it did in the course of a few years ; and Tom, the boy, grew 
up on it into a fine young man and was devotedly fond of his father ; 
and they were so successful and happy that Ben used to say that 
Tom made up to him for all the troubles he had ever had. 

But Dick and Mr. Hobbs who had actually come over with 
the others to see that things were properly looked after did not 
return for some time. It had been decided at the outset that the Earl 
would provide for Dick, and would see that he received a solid educa- 
tion; and Mr. Hobbs had decided that as he himself had left a reliable 
substitute in charge of his store, he could afford to wait to see the 
festivities which were to celebrate Lord Fauntleroy's eighth birthday. 
All the tenantry were invited, and there were to be feasting and dancing 
and games in the park, and bonfires and fire-works in the evening. 


" Just like the Fourth of July! " said Lord Fauntleroy. " It seems 
a pity my birthday was n't on the Fourth, does n't it ? For then we 
could keep them both together." 

It must be confessed that at first the Earl and Mr. Hobbs were 
not as intimate as it might have been hoped they would become, in 
the interests of the British aristocracy. The fact was that the Earl 
had known very few grocery-men, and Mr. Hobbs had not had many 
very close acquaintances who were earls ; and so in their rare inter- 
views conversation did not flourish. It must also be owned that Mr. 
Hobbs had been rather overwhelmed by the splendors Fauntleroy 
felt it his duty to show him. 

The entrance gate and the stone lions and the avenue impressed 
Mr. Hobbs somewhat at the beginning, and when he saw the Castle, 
and the flower-gardens, and the hot-houses, and the terraces, and 
the peacocks, and the dungeon, and the armor, and the great stair- 
case, and the stables, and the liveried servants, he really was quite 
bewildered. But it was the picture gallery which seemed to be the 
finishing stroke. 

" Somethin' in the manner of a museum?" he said to Fauntleroy, 
when he was led into the great, beautiful room. 

N no ! " said Fauntleroy, rather doubtfully. " I don't think 
it 's a museum. My grandfather says these are my ancestors." 

"Your aunt's sisters!" ejaculated Mr. Hobbs. "All of 'em? 
Your great-uncle, he must have had a family ! Did he raise 'em 


And he sank into a seat and looked around him with quite an 
agitated countenance, until with the greatest difficulty Lord Fauntle- 
roy managed to explain that the walls were not lined entirely with 
the portraits of the progeny of his great-uncle. 

He found it necessary, in fact, to call in the assistance of Mrs. 
Mellon, who knew all about the pictures, and could tell who painted 



them and when, and who added romantic stories of the lords and 
ladies who were the originals. When Mr. Hobbs once understood, 
and had heard some of these stories, he was very much fascinated 
and liked the picture gallery almost better than anything else ; and 
he would often walk over from the village, where he staid at the 

Dorincourt Arms, and would 
spend half an hour or so wan- 
dering about the gallery, star- 
ing at the painted ladies and 
gentlemen, who also stared 
at him, and shaking his head 
nearly all the time. 

" And they was all earls ! " 
he would say, " er pretty nigh 
it ! An' he 's goin' to be one 
of 'em, an' own it all ! " 

Privately he was not 
nearly so much disgusted with 
earls and their mode of life as 
he had expected to be, and it 
is to be doubted whether his 
strictly republican principles 
were not shaken a little by 
a closer acquaintance with 
castles and ancestors and all 
the rest of it. At any rate, 
one day he uttered a very 
remarkable and unexpected 
sentiment : 

" I would n't have minded bein' one of 'em myself! " he said 
which was really a great concession. 



What a grand day it was when little Lord Fauntleroy's birthday 
arrived, and how his young lordship enjoyed it ! How beautiful the 
park looked, filled with the thronging people dressed in their gayest 
and best, and with the flags flying from the tents and the top of the 
Castle ! Nobody had staid away who could possibly come, because 
everybody was really glad that little Lord Fauntleroy was to be little 
Lord Fauntleroy still, and some day was to be the master of every- 
thing. Every one wanted to have a look at him, and at his pretty, 
kind mother, who had made so many friends. And positively every 
one liked the Earl rather better, and felt more amiably toward him 
because the little boy loved and trusted him so, and because, also, 
he had now made friends with and behaved respectfully to his heir's 
mother. It was said that he was even beginning to be fond of her, 
too, and that between his young lordship and his young lordship's 
mother, the Earl might be changed in time into quite a well-behaved 
old nobleman, and everybody might be happier and better off. 

What scores and scores of people there were under the trees, 
and in the tents, and on the lawns ! Farmers and farmers' wives in 
their Sunday suits and bonnets and shawls ; girls and their sweet- 
hearts ; children frolicking and chasing about; and old dames in 
red cloaks gossiping together. At the Castle, there were ladies and 
gentlemen who had come to see the fun, and to congratulate the 
Earl, and to meet Mrs. Errol. Lady Lorredaile and Sir Harry were 
there, and Sir Thomas Asshe and his daughters, and Mr. Havisham, 
of course, and then beautiful Miss Vivian Herbert, with the loveliest 
white gown and lace parasol, and a circle of gentlemen to take care 
of her though she evidently liked Fauntleroy better than all of 
them put together. And when he saw her and ran to her and put his 
arm around her neck, she put her arms around him, too, and kissed 
him as warmly as if he had been her own favorite little brother, and 
she said : 


" Dear little Lord Fauntleroy ! dear little boy ! I am so glad ! 
I am so glad ! " 

And afterward she walked about the grounds with him, and let 
him show her everything. And when he took her to where Mr. 
Hobbs and Dick were, and said to her, "This is my old, old friend 
Mr. Hobbs, Miss Herbert, and this is my other old friend Dick. I 
told them how pretty you were, and I told them they should see you 
if you came to my birthday," she shook hands with them both, and 
stood and talked to them in her prettiest way, asking them about 
America and their voyage and their life since they had been in Eng- 
land ; while Fauntleroy stood by, looking up at her with adoring 
eyes, and his cheeks quite flushed with delight because he saw that 
Mr. Hobbs and Dick liked her so much. 

" Well," said Dick solemnly, afterward, " she 's the daisiest gal I 
ever saw ! She 's well, she 's just a daisy, that 's what she is, 'n' no 
mistake ! " 

Everybody looked after her as she passed, and every one looked 
after little Lord Fauntleroy. And the sun shone and the flags flut- 
tered and the games were played and the dances danced, and as the 
gayeties went on and the joyous afternoon passed, his little lordship 
was simply radiantly happy. 

The whole world seemed beautiful to him. 

There was some one else who was happy, too, an old man, 
who, though he had been rich and noble all his life, had not often 
been very honestly happy. Perhaps, indeed, I shall tell you that I 
think it was because he was rather better than he had been that he 
was rather happier. He had not, indeed, suddenly become as good 
as Fauntleroy thought him; but, at least, he had begun to love some- 
thing, and he had several times found a sort of pleasure in doing the 
kind things which the innocent, kind little heart of a child had sug- 
gested, and that was a beginning. And every day he had been 


more pleased with his son's wife. It was true, as the people said, 
that he was beginning to like her too. He liked to hear her sweet 
voice and to see her sweet face ; and as he sat in his arm-chair, he 
used to watch her and listen as she talked to her boy ; and he heard 
loving, gentle words which were new to him, and he began to see 
why the little fellow who had lived in a New York side street and 
known grocery-men and made friends with boot-blacks, was still so 
well-bred and manly a little fellow that he made no one ashamed of 
him, even when fortune changed him into the heir to an English 
earldom, living in an English castle. 

It was really a very simple thing, after all, it was only that he 
had lived near a kind and gentle heart, and had been taught to think 
kind thoughts always and to care for others. It is a very little thing, 
perhaps, but it is the best thing of all. He knew nothing of earls 
and castles ; he was quite ignorant of all grand and splendid things ; 
but he was always lovable because he was simple and loving. To be 
so is like being born a king. 

As the old Earl of Dorincourt looked at him that day, moving 
about the park among the people, talking to those he knew and 
making his ready little bow when any one greeted him, entertaining 
his friends Dick and Mr. Hobbs, or standing near his mother or Miss 
Herbert listening to their conversation, the old nobleman was very 
well satisfied with him. And he had never been better satisfied than 
he was when they went down to the biggest tent, where the more 
important tenants of the Dorincourt estate were sitting down to the 
grand collation of the day. 

They were drinking toasts ; and, after they had drunk the 
health of the Earl, with much more enthusiasm than his name had 
ever been greeted with before, they proposed the health of " Little 
Lord Fauntleroy." And if there had ever been any doubt at all as to 
whether his lordship was popular or not, it would have been settled 


that instant. Such a clamor of voices, and such a rattle of glasses 
and applause ! They had begun to like him so much, those warm- 
hearted people, that they forgot to feel any restraint before the ladies 
and gentlemen from the castle, who had come to see them. They 
made quite a decent uproar, and one or two motherly women looked 
tenderly at the little fellow where he stood, with his mother on one 
side and the Earl on the other, and grew quite moist about the eyes, 
and said to one another: 

" God bless him, the pretty little dear!" 

Little Lord Fauntleroy was delighted. He stood and smiled, 
and made bows, and flushed rosy red with pleasure up to the roots 
of his bright hair. 

"Is it because they like me, Dearest?" he said to his mother. 
" Is it, Dearest? I 'm so glad ! " 

And then the Earl put his hand on the child's shoulder and said 
to him : 

" Fauntleroy, say to them that you thank them for their kind- 

Fauntleroy gave a glance up at him and then at his mother. 

" Must I ? " he asked just a trifle shyly, and she smiled, and so did 
Miss Herbert, and they both nodded. And so he made a little step 
forward, and everybody looked at him such a beautiful, innocent 
little fellow he was, too, with his brave, trustful face! and he spoke 
as loudly as he could, his childish voice ringing out quite clear and 

"I 'm ever so much obliged to you!" he said, "and I hope 
you '11 enjoy my birthday because I Ve enjoyed it so much and 
I 'm very glad I 'm going to be an earl ; I did n't think at first I should 
like it, but now I do and I love this place so, and I think it is 
beautiful and and and when I am an earl, I am going to try to 
be as good as my grandfather." 



And amid the shouts and clamor of applause, he stepped back 
with a little sigh of relief, and put his hand into the Earl's and stood 
close to him, smiling and leaning against his side. 

And that would be the very end of my story ; but I must add 
one curious piece of information, which is that Mr. Hobbs became so 
fascinated with high life and was so reluctant to leave his young 
friend that he actually sold his corner store in New York, and settled 
in the English village of Erlesboro, where he opened a shop which 
was patronized by the Castle and consequently was a great success. 
And though he and the Earl never became very intimate, if you will 
believe me, that man Hobbs became in time more aristocratic than 
his lordship himself, and he read the Court news every morning, 
and followed all the doings of the House of Lords ! And about ten 
years after, when Dick, who had finished his education and was 
going to visit his brother in California, asked the good grocer if he 
did not wish to return to America, he shook his head seriously. 

" Not to live there," he said. " Not to live there; I want to be 
near him, an' sort o' look after him. It 's a good enough country for 
them that 's young an' stirrin' but there 's faults in it. There 's not 
an auntsister among 'em nor an earl ! " 







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edition are retained, and the volumes are 
issued in a uniform and attractive binding. 

COURIER OF THE CZAR ......... $2.00 



DICK SANDS. . . , ................. 2.00 

EARTH ...................... 2.00 

NEY AROUND IT ............... 2.00 

Demon of Cawnpore. Part II. 
Tigers and Traitors. Complete in 
one vol ........................ 2.00 

THE GIANT RAFT. Part I. Eight 
Hundred Leagues on the Amazon. 
Part II. The Cryptogram. Com- 
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Dropped from the Clouds. Part 
II. Abandoned. Part III. The 
Secret of the Island. The com- 
plete work in one vol., with 150 
illustrations .................... 2 -5 



Square 8vo, with twenty-four full-page Illustrations. 


The wonderfully interesting array of facts which Mr. Holder brought together in his 
Mantis of Animal Life, was the fruit very largely of his personal observations. It forms 
one of the most stimulating and delightful contributions to the class of Natural History books 
for the young that has ever been made, and was a fitting forerunner to The Ivory King, which 
is devoted entirely to the Elephant, and has even a more vivid fascination than the first named 
volume. The subject is a large one in more senses than one, and is treated quite exhaustively, as 
the summary of its contents will show. The Natural History of the Elephant, its habits and 
ways and its intelligence, the Mammoth Three and Four Tusked Elephants, Hunting and Cap- 
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Trained Elephants, Show Elephants, Ivory, War Elephants, etc., etc. The numerous illus'ra- 
tions are especially excellent, being drawn from a great variety of sources and are none of them 
mere fancy pictures. 

It would be hard to name a book which would be a more welcome and valued addition to 
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Square 8-vo, with thirty-two full-page Illustrations, 


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nt furnishes a world of substantial information." Christian Union, 



With Twelve full-page Illustrations from Drawings by J. Steeple Davis. 

One volume, ismo, ,.. 


Miss Wright 
in dealing with' 
the remote and 
partially legend- 
ary episodes of 
the earlier his- 
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try in her Chil- 
dren 1 s Stories iw 

tory displayed a 
remarkable tal- 
ent for vivid and 
picturesque nar- 
ration, which in 
volume a cordial 

" The Stories 
oj American 
a series of pic- 
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of the first half 
of the present 
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the prominent 
steps by which- 
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our present 

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of Gold. Although the sep\rate stories are not designed to form a closely connected series, yet it will be found 
that no event of importance has been omitted and any child fond of story telling will gain from these two books. 
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charmingly told as these, will surely rivet the attention of a little reader even when there is a book of fairy tales, 
to follow." Mrs. Burton Harrison. 






Intelligence of Animals Mountain Adventures Bodily Strength and Skill Wonder- 
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of Acoustics Wonders of Water Wonders of the Moon Meteors, Aerolites, Storms, 
;and Atmospheric Phenomena. 


Egypt 3,30O Years Ago Wonders of Sculpture Wonders of Glass Making Worders 
of European Art Wonders of Pompeii Wonders of Architecture The Wonders of 
Italian Art The Wonders of Engraving. 

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One volume. 121110, 


Mr. Drake's work 

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^ who yet require 

something more than 

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In his preface the author says: " To enhance the interest of this story, emphasis has been given> 
to everything that went to make up the home-life of the pioneer settlers, or that relates to their 
various avocations." In all history no better examples of manliness, energy and conscientiousness 
could be found, to be read about and studied by a child whose character is just foiming. The 
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legislative branch of the govern- 
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also much valuable information 
respecting the complicated meth- 
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as well as an intelligent account 
of the principles underlying our 
government in its different 


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Illustration^ Reduced. 

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and pretty much everything for two con- 
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With many Quaint Illustrations by Miss Rosina Emmet. 

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but still the same characters of the old-fashioned fairy lore. The graceful pencil of Miss Rosina 
Emmet has given a pictorial interest to the book, and the many pictures scattered through its 
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Of Great Renown in Nottinghamshire. 



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In this book, undoubtedly the most original and elaborate ever produced by an American 
artist, Mr. Pyle has gathered Irom the old ballads and legends, and told with pencil and pen, ihe 
complete and consecutive story of Robin Hood and his merry men in their haunts in Sherwood 
forest. There is something thoroughly English and home-bred in these episodes in the life of 
the bold outlaw. His sunny, open-air nature, his matchless skill at archery, his generous dispo- 
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counterpart in the folk-lore of any other people. 

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his own fresh, simple, idiomatic prose, and has illustrated them as no other man in America 
could have done." N TV York Mail and Express. 



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legend in such attractive form, are now issued in 
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trated. While they are stories of action and stir- 
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ought to learn. The oath of the young fourteenth 
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all women, to maintain right and honesty, to help 
the weak, to treat high and low with courtesy, to be 
fair to a bitter foe, and to pursue simplicity, mod- 
esty and gentleness of heart and bearing ; and the 
nineteenth century knight is he who takes the same 
oath of fidelity to truth, honesty and purity of 
heart. The illustrations are full of fire and spirit, 
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the world." The Independent. 

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A Story of Wfe in Holland. 






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FRANK R.SfecKTON'S PepatARSreRies 


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One volume, I2mo. With full-page illustrations. - - - - - - - $1.00 

" Nobodj 
best it shoul 

1 Nobody has pictured boy-life with greater power or more fidelity than Mr. Eggleston. This story is one of his 
aid be in the hands of every boy." Hartford Times. 


One volume, I2mo, ----.--_-_.. f i.oo 

This is a book of such stories as all boys and girls like to tell and to hear, and yet they 
contain as much wisdom and as many lessons of good conduct, of noble bearing and of self- 
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With a Series of Superb Illustrations by Howard Pyle. 
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do, to regulate and super- 
vise their children's read- 
ing, this book is most 
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of its type and excellence. 
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which the old Norse legend 
is told." The Church- 

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Wifb a Series of Illustrations ly R. B. Bird). 
One volume, square i2mo, . - - 

panion to The Story of Siegfried. As Siegfried 


This volume is intended 
Northern myths and romances to the 

ants and the understandi 


on of 

As Siegfried was the greatest of 
too was Roland the most famous among the Knights of the Middle-Ages. 

g of young readers, so is this story 

adaptation of the middle-age romances relating to Charlemagne and his paladins. 
the heroes of the North- . 







One volume, octavo, fully Illustrated by the Author, 


Mr. Beard's book is the first to tell the active, inventive and practical American boy the things 
he really wants to know, the thousand things he wants to do, and the ten thousand ways in 
which he can do them, with the helps and ingenious contrivances which every boy can either 
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has made an almost exhaustive collection of the cleverest modern devices, besides himself 
inventing an immense number of capital and practical ideas. 


Kite Time War Kites Novel Modes of 
Fishing Home-made Fishing Tackle How 
to Stock, Make and Keep a Fresh-Water 
Aquarium How to Stock and Keep a Ma- 
rine Aquarium Knots, Bends and Hitches 
Dredge, Tangle and Trawl Fishing Home- 
made Boats How to Rig and Sail Small 
Boats How to Camp Out Without a Tent 

How to Rear Wild Birds Home-made 
Hunting Apparatus Traps and Trapping 
Dogs Practical Taxidermy for Boys 
Snow H ouses and Statuary Winged Skaters 

Winter Fishing Indoor Amusements 
How to Make a Magic Lantern Puppet 
Shows Home-made Masquerade and The- 
atrical Costumes With many other subjects 
of a kindred nature. 

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the inventive faculties in boys, to bring them face to face with practical emergencies when no book can supply the 
place of their own common sense and the exercise of personal intelligence and ingenuity." from the Author 1 * 
Preface. > 

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