Stranica 112 [112]
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92 LITTLE LORD FAUNTILEROY. — — öö yourself, and be happy all the day, he will give you anything you ask for.” It was a tremendously exciting morning. There were so many things to be examined, so many experiments to be tried; each novelty was so absorbing that he could scarcely turn from it to look at the next. And it was so curious to know that all this had been prepared for himself alone; that, even before he had left New York, people had come down from London to arrange the rooms he was to occupy, and had provided the books and playthings most likely to interest him. “Did you ever know any one,” he said to Dawson, " who had such a kind grandfather ! " Dawson s face wore an uncertain expression fora moment. She had not a very high opinion of his lordship the Earl. She had not been in the house many days, but she had been there long enough to hear the old nobleman’s peculiarities discussed very freely 1 in the servants’ hall. ‘An’ of all the wicious, savage, hill-tempered hold fellows it was ever my hill-luck to wear livery hunder,” the tallest footman had said, " he’s the wiolentest and wust by a long shot.” And this particular footman, whose name was Thomas, had also repeated to his companions below stairs some of the Earl’s remarks to Mr. Havisham, when they had been discussing these very preparations. “Give him his own way, and fill his rooms with toys,” my | lord had said. "(Give him what will amuse him, and he Il forget about his mother quickly enough. Amuse him, and fill his mind with other things, and we shall have no trouble. That’s boy nature.” So, perhaps, having had this truly amiable object in view, it did not please him so very much to find it did not seem to be exactly this particular boys nature. The Earl had passed a bad night and
