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

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io6                              LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY.
" 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 again."
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 discour­ages 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."
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