Little Lord Fauntleroy - illustrated online book

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

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LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY.                              155
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."
" 1 was thinking how beautiful you are," his young lordship replied.
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 Faunt­leroy, looking at her with innocent, admiring eyes, " except Dear-
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