LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY.
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 here."
"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