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“
N
—
no
—
!
”
said
Fauntleroy
,
rather
doubtfully
.
“
I
don
’
t
THINK
it
’
s
a
museum
.
My
grandfather
says
these
are
my
ancestors
.
”
“
Your
aunt
’
s
sisters
!
”
ejaculated
Mr
.
Hobbs
.
“
ALL
of
’
em
?
Your
great
-
uncle
,
he
MUST
have
had
a
family
!
Did
he
raise
’
em
all
?
”
And
he
sank
into
a
seat
and
looked
around
him
with
quite
an
agitated
countenance
,
until
with
the
greatest
difficulty
Lord
Fauntleroy
managed
to
explain
that
the
walls
were
not
lined
entirely
with
the
portraits
of
the
progeny
of
his
great
-
uncle
.
He
found
it
necessary
,
in
fact
,
to
call
in
the
assistance
of
Mrs
.
Mellon
,
who
knew
all
about
the
pictures
,
and
could
tell
who
painted
them
and
when
,
and
who
added
romantic
stories
of
the
lords
and
ladies
who
were
the
originals
.
When
Mr
.
Hobbs
once
understood
,
and
had
heard
some
of
these
stories
,
he
was
very
much
fascinated
and
liked
the
picture
gallery
almost
better
than
anything
else
;
and
he
would
often
walk
over
from
the
village
,
where
he
staid
at
the
Dorincourt
Arms
,
and
would
spend
half
an
hour
or
so
wandering
about
the
gallery
,
staring
at
the
painted
ladies
and
gentlemen
,
who
also
stared
at
him
,
and
shaking
his
head
nearly
all
the
time
.
“
And
they
was
all
earls
!
”
he
would
say
,
“
er
pretty
nigh
it
!
An
’
HE
’
S
goin
’
to
be
one
of
’
em
,
an
’
own
it
all
!
”
Privately
he
was
not
nearly
so
much
disgusted
with
earls
and
their
mode
of
life
as
he
had
expected
to
be
,
and
it
is
to
be
doubted
whether
his
strictly
republican
principles
were
not
shaken
a
little
by
a
closer
acquaintance
with
castles
and
ancestors
and
all
the
rest
of
it
.
At
any
rate
,
one
day
he
uttered
a
very
remarkable
and
unexpected
sentiment
:
“
I
wouldn
’
t
have
minded
bein
’
one
of
’
em
myself
!
”
he
said
—
which
was
really
a
great
concession
.
What
a
grand
day
it
was
when
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
’
s
birthday
arrived
,
and
how
his
young
lordship
enjoyed
it
!
How
beautiful
the
park
looked
,
filled
with
the
thronging
people
dressed
in
their
gayest
and
best
,
and
with
the
flags
flying
from
the
tents
and
the
top
of
the
Castle
!
Nobody
had
staid
away
who
could
possibly
come
,
because
everybody
was
really
glad
that
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
was
to
be
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
still
,
and
some
day
was
to
be
the
master
of
everything
.
Every
one
wanted
to
have
a
look
at
him
,
and
at
his
pretty
,
kind
mother
,
who
had
made
so
many
friends
.
And
positively
every
one
liked
the
Earl
rather
better
,
and
felt
more
amiably
toward
him
because
the
little
boy
loved
and
trusted
him
so
,
and
because
,
also
,
he
had
now
made
friends
with
and
behaved
respectfully
to
his
heir
’
s
mother
.
It
was
said
that
he
was
even
beginning
to
be
fond
of
her
,
too
,
and
that
between
his
young
lordship
and
his
young
lordship
’
s
mother
,
the
Earl
might
be
changed
in
time
into
quite
a
well
-
behaved
old
nobleman
,
and
everybody
might
be
happier
and
better
off
.
What
scores
and
scores
of
people
there
were
under
the
trees
,
and
in
the
tents
,
and
on
the
lawns
!
Farmers
and
farmers
’
wives
in
their
Sunday
suits
and
bonnets
and
shawls
;
girls
and
their
sweethearts
;
children
frolicking
and
chasing
about
;
and
old
dames
in
red
cloaks
gossiping
together
.
At
the
Castle
,
there
were
ladies
and
gentlemen
who
had
come
to
see
the
fun
,
and
to
congratulate
the
Earl
,
and
to
meet
Mrs
.
Errol
.
Lady
Lorredaile
and
Sir
Harry
were
there
,
and
Sir
Thomas
Asshe
and
his
daughters
,
and
Mr
.
