Oldal 68 [68]
48 LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY.
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‘Good-bye! Good-bye! Good-bye,’ old fellow!” Every one
seemed to be saying, " Don’t forget us. Write when you ‘get to
Liverpool. Good-bye! Good-bye!”
Little Lord Fauntleroy leaned forward and waved the red
handkerchief. | |
‘Good-bye, Dick!” he shouted, lustily. ‘“ Thank you! Good¬
bye, Dick! |
And the big steamer moved away, and the people cheered
again, and Cedric’s mother drew the veil over her eyes, and on the
shore there was left great confusion; but Dick saw nothing save that
bright, childish face and the bright hair that the sun shone on and
the breeze lifted, and he heard nothing but the hearty childish voice
calling " Good-bye, Dick!” as little Lord Fauntleroy steamed slowly .
away from the home of his birth to the unknown land of his ancestors.