88 LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY.
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 comfortable, 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 beinq- called Dawson."
"Miss Dawson, or Mrs. Daws on ?" 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