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LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY. 109 di He thought—you must nt mind 1t— that they were gory tyrants; and he said he would nt have them hanging around his store. But if he d known you, I’m sure he would have felt quite different. | shall tell him about you.” ‘What shall you tell him ?” ‘“T shall tell him,” said Fauntleroy, glowing with enthusiam, ‘that you are the kindest man | ever heard of. And you are always thinking of other people, and making them happy and—and I hope when | grow up, I shall be just like you.” “Just like me!” repeated his lordship, looking at the little kindling face. And a dull red crept up under his withered skin, and he suddenly turned his eyes away and looked out of the carriage window at the great beech-trees, with the sun shining on their glossy, red-brown leaves. c Fust like you,” said Fauntleroy, adding modestly, “if I can. Perhaps I’m not good enough, but I’m going to try.” The carriage rolled on down the stately avenue under the beautiful, broad-branched trees, through the spaces of green shade and lanes of golden sunlight. Fauntleroy saw again the lovely places where the ferns grew high and the bluebells swayed in the breeze ; he saw the deer, standing or lying in the deep grass, turn their large, startled eyes as the carriage passed, and caught glimpses of the brown rabbits as they scurried away. He heard the whir of the partridges and the calls and songs of the birds, and it all seemed even more beautiful to him than before. All his heart was filled with pleasure and happiness in the beauty that was on every side. But the old Earl saw and heard very different things, though he was apparently looking out too. He saw a long life, in which there had been neither generous deeds nor kind thoughts; he saw years in which a man who had been young and strong and rich and powerful had used his youth and strength and wealth and power only to