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48 LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY. = NE ee Seg — — EZTET 7 SS ‘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! Goodbye, 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.
