Stranica 110 [110]
90 LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY.
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very small indeed came over him again so strongly that he confided
it to Dawson, as he sat down to the table on which the pretty break¬
fast service was arranged. —
“T am-a very little boy," he said rather wistfully, "to live in
such a large castle, and have so many big rooms,—dont you
think so?” 7
“Oh! come!” said Dawson, "you feel just a little strange at
first, that’s all; but you ’Il get over that very soon, and then you ‘Il
like it here. It’s such a beautiful place, you know.”
“It’s a very beautiful place, of course,” said Fauntleroy, with a
little sigh; "but I should like it better if I did nt miss Dearest so.
I always had my breakfast with her in the morning, and put the
sugar and cream in her tea for her, and handed her the toast. That
made it very sociable, of course.”
“Oh, well!” answered Dawson, comfortingly, " you know you can
see her every day, and there s no knowing how much you Il have
to tell her. Bless you! wait till you ve walked about a bit and
seen things,—the dogs, and the stables with all the horses in them.
There s one of them I know you ‘Il like to see s
“Is there?” exclaimed Fauntleroy; "I "m very fond of horses.
I was very fond of Jim. He was the horse that belonged to
Mr. Hobbs’ grocery wagon. He was a beautiful horse when he
was nt balky.”
“Well,” said Dawson, " you just wait till you ve seen what s in
the stables. And, deary me, you have nt looked even into the very
next room yet!”
‘What is there?” asked Fauntleroy.
‘Wait until you ve had your breakfast, and then you shall see,”
said Dawson. | |
At this he naturally began to grow curious, and he applied
himself assiduously to his breakfast. It seemed to him that there