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”
The
people
who
had
been
seasick
had
no
sooner
recovered
from
their
seasickness
,
and
come
on
deck
to
recline
in
their
steamer
-
chairs
and
enjoy
themselves
,
than
every
one
seemed
to
know
the
romantic
story
of
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
,
and
every
one
took
an
interest
in
the
little
fellow
,
who
ran
about
the
ship
or
walked
with
his
mother
or
the
tall
,
thin
old
lawyer
,
or
talked
to
the
sailors
.
Every
one
liked
him
;
he
made
friends
everywhere
.
He
was
ever
ready
to
make
friends
.
When
the
gentlemen
walked
up
and
down
the
deck
,
and
let
him
walk
with
them
,
he
stepped
out
with
a
manly
,
sturdy
little
tramp
,
and
answered
all
their
jokes
with
much
gay
enjoyment
;
when
the
ladies
talked
to
him
,
there
was
always
laughter
in
the
group
of
which
he
was
the
center
;
when
he
played
with
the
children
,
there
was
always
magnificent
fun
on
hand
.
Among
the
sailors
he
had
the
heartiest
friends
;
he
heard
miraculous
stories
about
pirates
and
shipwrecks
and
desert
islands
;
he
learned
to
splice
ropes
and
rig
toy
ships
,
and
gained
an
amount
of
information
concerning
“
tops
’
ls
”
and
“
mains
’
ls
,
”
quite
surprising
.
His
conversation
had
,
indeed
,
quite
a
nautical
flavor
at
times
,
and
on
one
occasion
he
raised
a
shout
of
laughter
in
a
group
of
ladies
and
gentlemen
who
were
sitting
on
deck
,
wrapped
in
shawls
and
overcoats
,
by
saying
sweetly
,
and
with
a
very
engaging
expression
:
“
Shiver
my
timbers
,
but
it
’
s
a
cold
day
!
”
It
surprised
him
when
they
laughed
.
He
had
picked
up
this
sea
-
faring
remark
from
an
“
elderly
naval
man
”
of
the
name
of
Jerry
,
who
told
him
stories
in
which
it
occurred
frequently
.
To
judge
from
his
stories
of
his
own
adventures
,
Jerry
had
made
some
two
or
three
thousand
voyages
,
and
had
been
invariably
shipwrecked
on
each
occasion
on
an
island
densely
populated
with
bloodthirsty
cannibals
.
Judging
,
also
,
by
these
same
exciting
adventures
,
he
had
been
partially
roasted
and
eaten
frequently
and
had
been
scalped
some
fifteen
or
twenty
times
.
“
That
is
why
he
is
so
bald
,
”
explained
Lord
Fauntleroy
to
his
mamma
.
“
After
you
have
been
scalped
several
times
the
hair
never
grows
again
.
Jerry
’
s
never
grew
again
after
that
last
time
,
when
the
King
of
the
Parromachaweekins
did
it
with
the
knife
made
out
of
the
skull
of
the
Chief
of
the
Wopslemumpkies
.
He
says
it
was
one
of
the
most
serious
times
he
ever
had
.
He
was
so
frightened
that
his
hair
stood
right
straight
up
when
the
king
flourished
his
knife
,
and
it
never
would
lie
down
,
and
the
king
wears
it
that
way
now
,
and
it
looks
something
like
a
hair
-
brush
.
I
never
heard
anything
like
the
asperiences
Jerry
has
had
!
I
should
so
like
to
tell
Mr
.
Hobbs
about
them
!
”
Sometimes
,
when
the
weather
was
very
disagreeable
and
people
were
kept
below
decks
in
the
saloon
,
a
party
of
his
grown
-
up
friends
would
persuade
him
to
tell
them
some
of
these
“
asperiences
”
of
Jerry
’
s
,
and
as
he
sat
relating
them
with
great
delight
and
fervor
,
there
was
certainly
no
more
popular
voyager
on
any
ocean
steamer
crossing
the
Atlantic
than
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
.
He
was
always
innocently
and
good
-
naturedly
ready
to
do
his
small
best
to
add
to
the
general
entertainment
,
and
there
was
a
charm
in
the
very
unconsciousness
of
his
own
childish
importance
.
“
Jerry
’
s
stories
int
’
rust
them
very
much
,
”
he
said
to
his
mamma
.
“
For
my
part
—
you
must
excuse
me
,
Dearest
—
but
sometimes
I
should
have
thought
they
couldn
’
t
be
all
quite
true
,
if
they
hadn
’
t
happened
to
Jerry
himself
;
but
as
they
all
happened
to
Jerry
—
well
,
it
’
s
very
strange
,
you
know
,
and
perhaps
sometimes
he
may
forget
and
be
a
little
mistaken
,
as
he
’
s
been
scalped
so
often
.
Being
scalped
a
great
many
times
might
make
a
person
forgetful
.
”
It
was
eleven
days
after
he
had
said
good
-
bye
to
his
friend
Dick
before
he
reached
Liverpool
;
and
it
was
on
the
night
of
the
twelfth
day
that
the
carriage
in
which
he
and
his
mother
and
Mr
.
Havisham
had
driven
from
the
station
stopped
before
the
gates
of
Court
Lodge
.
They
could
not
see
much
of
the
house
in
the
darkness
.
Cedric
only
saw
that
there
was
a
drive
-
way
under
great
arching
trees
,
and
after
the
carriage
had
rolled
down
this
drive
-
way
a
short
distance
,
he
saw
an
open
door
and
a
stream
of
bright
light
coming
through
it
.
Mary
had
come
with
them
to
attend
her
mistress
,
and
she
had
reached
the
house
before
them
.
When
Cedric
jumped
out
of
the
carriage
he
saw
one
or
two
servants
standing
in
the
wide
,
bright
hall
,
and
Mary
stood
in
the
door
-
way
.
