Little Lord Fauntleroy - illustrated online book

An American boy becomes A British Earl, By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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9o
LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY.
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 break­fast 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
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