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“
You
MUST
go
and
see
your
mother
this
afternoon
?
”
asked
the
Earl
.
“
You
think
you
can
’
t
put
it
off
?
”
“
Why
,
”
said
Fauntleroy
,
“
she
has
been
thinking
about
me
all
the
morning
,
and
I
have
been
thinking
about
her
!
”
“
Oh
!
”
said
the
Earl
.
“
You
have
,
have
you
?
Ring
the
bell
.
”
As
they
drove
down
the
avenue
,
under
the
arching
trees
,
he
was
rather
silent
.
But
Fauntleroy
was
not
.
He
talked
about
the
pony
.
What
color
was
it
?
How
big
was
it
?
What
was
its
name
?
What
did
it
like
to
eat
best
?
How
old
was
it
?
How
early
in
the
morning
might
he
get
up
and
see
it
?
“
Dearest
will
be
so
glad
!
”
he
kept
saying
.
“
She
will
be
so
much
obliged
to
you
for
being
so
kind
to
me
!
She
knows
I
always
liked
ponies
so
much
,
but
we
never
thought
I
should
have
one
.
There
was
a
little
boy
on
Fifth
Avenue
who
had
one
,
and
he
used
to
ride
out
every
morning
and
we
used
to
take
a
walk
past
his
house
to
see
him
.
”
He
leaned
back
against
the
cushions
and
regarded
the
Earl
with
rapt
interest
for
a
few
minutes
and
in
entire
silence
.
“
I
think
you
must
be
the
best
person
in
the
world
,
”
he
burst
forth
at
last
.
“
You
are
always
doing
good
,
aren
’
t
you
?
—
and
thinking
about
other
people
.
Dearest
says
that
is
the
best
kind
of
goodness
;
not
to
think
about
yourself
,
but
to
think
about
other
people
.
That
is
just
the
way
you
are
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
His
lordship
was
so
dumfounded
to
find
himself
presented
in
such
agreeable
colors
,
that
he
did
not
know
exactly
what
to
say
.
He
felt
that
he
needed
time
for
reflection
.
To
see
each
of
his
ugly
,
selfish
motives
changed
into
a
good
and
generous
one
by
the
simplicity
of
a
child
was
a
singular
experience
.
Fauntleroy
went
on
,
still
regarding
him
with
admiring
eyes
—
those
great
,
clear
,
innocent
eyes
!
