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When
the
largest
footman
appeared
,
he
pointed
to
the
sofa
“
Take
”
—
he
said
,
and
then
his
voice
changed
a
little
—
“
take
Lord
Fauntleroy
to
his
room
.
”
When
Mr
.
Hobbs
’
s
young
friend
left
him
to
go
to
Dorincourt
Castle
and
become
Lord
Fauntleroy
,
and
the
grocery
-
man
had
time
to
realize
that
the
Atlantic
Ocean
lay
between
himself
and
the
small
companion
who
had
spent
so
many
agreeable
hours
in
his
society
,
he
really
began
to
feel
very
lonely
indeed
.
The
fact
was
,
Mr
.
Hobbs
was
not
a
clever
man
nor
even
a
bright
one
;
he
was
,
indeed
,
rather
a
slow
and
heavy
person
,
and
he
had
never
made
many
acquaintances
.
He
was
not
mentally
energetic
enough
to
know
how
to
amuse
himself
,
and
in
truth
he
never
did
anything
of
an
entertaining
nature
but
read
the
newspapers
and
add
up
his
accounts
.
It
was
not
very
easy
for
him
to
add
up
his
accounts
,
and
sometimes
it
took
him
a
long
time
to
bring
them
out
right
;
and
in
the
old
days
,
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
,
who
had
learned
how
to
add
up
quite
nicely
with
his
fingers
and
a
slate
and
pencil
,
had
sometimes
even
gone
to
the
length
of
trying
to
help
him
;
and
,
then
too
,
he
had
been
so
good
a
listener
and
had
taken
such
an
interest
in
what
the
newspaper
said
,
and
he
and
Mr
.
Hobbs
had
held
such
long
conversations
about
the
Revolution
and
the
British
and
the
elections
and
the
Republican
party
,
that
it
was
no
wonder
his
going
left
a
blank
in
the
grocery
store
.
At
first
it
seemed
to
Mr
.
Hobbs
that
Cedric
was
not
really
far
away
,
and
would
come
back
again
;
that
some
day
he
would
look
up
from
his
paper
and
see
the
little
lad
standing
in
the
door
-
way
,
in
his
white
suit
and
red
stockings
,
and
with
his
straw
hat
on
the
back
of
his
head
,
and
would
hear
him
say
in
his
cheerful
little
voice
:
“
Hello
,
Mr
.
Hobbs
!
This
is
a
hot
day
—
isn
’
t
it
?
”
But
as
the
days
passed
on
and
this
did
not
happen
,
Mr
.
Hobbs
felt
very
dull
and
uneasy
.
He
did
not
even
enjoy
his
newspaper
as
much
as
he
used
to
.
He
would
put
the
paper
down
on
his
knee
after
reading
it
,
and
sit
and
stare
at
the
high
stool
for
a
long
time
.
There
were
some
marks
on
the
long
legs
which
made
him
feel
quite
dejected
and
melancholy
.
They
were
marks
made
by
the
heels
of
the
next
Earl
of
Dorincourt
,
when
he
kicked
and
talked
at
the
same
time
.
It
seems
that
even
youthful
earls
kick
the
legs
of
things
they
sit
on
;
—
noble
blood
and
lofty
lineage
do
not
prevent
it
.
After
looking
at
those
marks
,
Mr
.
Hobbs
would
take
out
his
gold
watch
and
open
it
and
stare
at
the
inscription
:
“
From
his
oldest
friend
,
Lord
Fauntleroy
,
to
Mr
.
Hobbs
.
When
this
you
see
,
remember
me
.
”
And
after
staring
at
it
awhile
,
he
would
shut
it
up
with
a
loud
snap
,
and
sigh
and
get
up
and
go
and
stand
in
the
door
-
way
—
between
the
box
of
potatoes
and
the
barrel
of
apples
—
and
look
up
the
street
.
At
night
,
when
the
store
was
closed
,
he
would
light
his
pipe
and
walk
slowly
along
the
pavement
until
he
reached
the
house
where
Cedric
had
lived
,
on
which
there
was
a
sign
that
read
,
“
This
House
to
Let
”
;
and
he
would
stop
near
it
and
look
up
and
shake
his
head
,
and
puff
at
his
pipe
very
hard
,
and
after
a
while
walk
mournfully
back
again
.
This
went
on
for
two
or
three
weeks
before
any
new
idea
came
to
him
.
Being
slow
and
ponderous
,
it
always
took
him
a
long
time
to
reach
a
new
idea
.
As
a
rule
,
he
did
not
like
new
ideas
,
but
preferred
old
ones
.
After
two
or
three
weeks
,
however
,
during
which
,
instead
of
getting
better
,
matters
really
grew
worse
,
a
novel
plan
slowly
and
deliberately
dawned
upon
him
.
He
would
go
to
see
Dick
.
He
smoked
a
great
many
pipes
before
he
arrived
at
the
conclusion
,
but
finally
he
did
arrive
at
it
.
He
would
go
to
see
Dick
.
He
knew
all
about
Dick
.
Cedric
had
told
him
,
and
his
idea
was
that
perhaps
Dick
might
be
some
comfort
to
him
in
the
way
of
talking
things
over
.
So
one
day
when
Dick
was
very
hard
at
work
blacking
a
customer
’
s
boots
,
a
short
,
stout
man
with
a
heavy
face
and
a
bald
head
stopped
on
the
pavement
and
stared
for
two
or
three
minutes
at
the
bootblack
’
s
sign
,
which
read
:
“
PROFESSOR
DICK
TIPTON
CAN
’
T
BE
BEAT
.
”
He
stared
at
it
so
long
that
Dick
began
to
take
a
lively
interest
in
him
,
and
when
he
had
put
the
finishing
touch
to
his
customer
’
s
boots
,
he
said
:
“
Want
a
shine
,
sir
?
”
