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“
Ring
for
Thomas
,
”
said
the
Earl
.
“
He
will
place
it
for
you
.
”
“
Oh
,
I
can
do
it
myself
,
”
answered
Fauntleroy
.
“
It
’
s
not
very
heavy
.
”
“
Very
well
,
”
replied
his
grandfather
.
The
lurking
smile
deepened
on
the
old
man
’
s
face
as
he
watched
the
little
fellow
’
s
preparations
;
there
was
such
an
absorbed
interest
in
them
.
The
small
table
was
dragged
forward
and
placed
by
his
chair
,
and
the
game
taken
from
its
box
and
arranged
upon
it
.
“
It
’
s
very
interesting
when
you
once
begin
,
”
said
Fauntleroy
.
“
You
see
,
the
black
pegs
can
be
your
side
and
the
white
ones
mine
.
They
’
re
men
,
you
know
,
and
once
round
the
field
is
a
home
run
and
counts
one
—
and
these
are
the
outs
—
and
here
is
the
first
base
and
that
’
s
the
second
and
that
’
s
the
third
and
that
’
s
the
home
base
.
”
He
entered
into
the
details
of
explanation
with
the
greatest
animation
.
He
showed
all
the
attitudes
of
pitcher
and
catcher
and
batter
in
the
real
game
,
and
gave
a
dramatic
description
of
a
wonderful
“
hot
ball
”
he
had
seen
caught
on
the
glorious
occasion
on
which
he
had
witnessed
a
match
in
company
with
Mr
.
Hobbs
.
His
vigorous
,
graceful
little
body
,
his
eager
gestures
,
his
simple
enjoyment
of
it
all
,
were
pleasant
to
behold
.
When
at
last
the
explanations
and
illustrations
were
at
an
end
and
the
game
began
in
good
earnest
,
the
Earl
still
found
himself
entertained
.
His
young
companion
was
wholly
absorbed
;
he
played
with
all
his
childish
heart
;
his
gay
little
laughs
when
he
made
a
good
throw
,
his
enthusiasm
over
a
“
home
run
,
”
his
impartial
delight
over
his
own
good
luck
and
his
opponent
’
s
,
would
have
given
a
flavor
to
any
game
.
If
,
a
week
before
,
any
one
had
told
the
Earl
of
Dorincourt
that
on
that
particular
morning
he
would
be
forgetting
his
gout
and
his
bad
temper
in
a
child
’
s
game
,
played
with
black
and
white
wooden
pegs
,
on
a
gayly
painted
board
,
with
a
curly
-
headed
small
boy
for
a
companion
,
he
would
without
doubt
have
made
himself
very
unpleasant
;
and
yet
he
certainly
had
forgotten
himself
when
the
door
opened
and
Thomas
announced
a
visitor
.
The
visitor
in
question
,
who
was
an
elderly
gentleman
in
black
,
and
no
less
a
person
than
the
clergyman
of
the
parish
,
was
so
startled
by
the
amazing
scene
which
met
his
eye
,
that
he
almost
fell
back
a
pace
,
and
ran
some
risk
of
colliding
with
Thomas
.
There
was
,
in
fact
,
no
part
of
his
duty
that
the
Reverend
Mr
.
Mordaunt
found
so
decidedly
unpleasant
as
that
part
which
compelled
him
to
call
upon
his
noble
patron
at
the
Castle
.
His
noble
patron
,
indeed
,
usually
made
these
visits
as
disagreeable
as
it
lay
in
his
lordly
power
to
make
them
.
He
abhorred
churches
and
charities
,
and
flew
into
violent
rages
when
any
of
his
tenantry
took
the
liberty
of
being
poor
and
ill
and
needing
assistance
.
When
his
gout
was
at
its
worst
,
he
did
not
hesitate
to
announce
that
he
would
not
be
bored
and
irritated
by
being
told
stories
of
their
miserable
misfortunes
;
when
his
gout
troubled
him
less
and
he
was
in
a
somewhat
more
humane
frame
of
mind
,
he
would
perhaps
give
the
rector
some
money
,
after
having
bullied
him
in
the
most
painful
manner
,
and
berated
the
whole
parish
for
its
shiftlessness
and
imbecility
.
