Little Lord Fauntleroy - illustrated online book

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

Home Main Menu Order Support About Search

Share page  

Previous Contents Next

There could have been nothing more confiding and innocent than the way in which his small lordship told his little story, quoting his friend Dick's bits of slang in the most candid good faith. He seemed to feel not a shade of a doubt that his elderly companion would be just as interested as he was himself. And in truth Mr. Havisham was beginning to be greatly interested; but perhaps not quite so much in Dick and the apple-woman as in this kind little lordling, whose curly head was so busy, under its yellow thatch, with good-natured plans for his friends, and who seemed somehow to have forgotten himself altogether.
" Is there anything------" he began. "What would you get for
yourself, if you were rich ? "
" Lots of things!" answered Lord Fauntleroy briskly; "but first I 'd give Mary some money for Bridget—that 's her sister, with twelve children, and a husband out of work. She comes here and cries, and Dearest gives her things in a basket, and then she cries again, and says: ' Blessin's be on yez, for a beautiful lady.' And I think Mr. Hobbs would like a gold watch and chain to remember me by, and a meerschaum pipe. And then I 'd like to get up a company."
"A company!" exclaimed Mr. Havisham.
" Like a Republican rally," explained Cedric, becoming quite excited. " I 'd have torches and uniforms and things for all the boys and myself, too. And we 'd march, you know, and drill. That 's what I should like for myself, if I were rich." The door opened and Mrs. Errol came in.
" I am sorry to have been obliged to leave you so long," she said to Mr. Havisham; " but a poor woman, who is in great trouble, came to see me."
'• This young gentleman," said Mr. Havisham, " has been telling me about some of his friends, and what he would do for them if he were rich."
Previous Contents Next