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“
Thank
you
,
ma
’
am
,
”
said
Fauntleroy
.
And
then
they
went
into
the
church
,
and
were
looked
at
there
,
on
their
way
up
the
aisle
to
the
square
,
red
-
cushioned
and
curtained
pew
.
When
Fauntleroy
was
fairly
seated
,
he
made
two
discoveries
which
pleased
him
:
the
first
that
,
across
the
church
where
he
could
look
at
her
,
his
mother
sat
and
smiled
at
him
;
the
second
,
that
at
one
end
of
the
pew
,
against
the
wall
,
knelt
two
quaint
figures
carven
in
stone
,
facing
each
other
as
they
kneeled
on
either
side
of
a
pillar
supporting
two
stone
missals
,
their
pointed
hands
folded
as
if
in
prayer
,
their
dress
very
antique
and
strange
.
On
the
tablet
by
them
was
written
something
of
which
he
could
only
read
the
curious
words
:
“
Here
lyeth
ye
bodye
of
Gregorye
Arthure
Fyrst
Earle
of
Dorincourt
Allsoe
of
Alisone
Hildegarde
hys
wyfe
.
”
“
May
I
whisper
?
”
inquired
his
lordship
,
devoured
by
curiosity
.
“
What
is
it
?
”
said
his
grandfather
.
“
Who
are
they
?
”
“
Some
of
your
ancestors
,
”
answered
the
Earl
,
“
who
lived
a
few
hundred
years
ago
.
”
“
Perhaps
,
”
said
Lord
Fauntleroy
,
regarding
them
with
respect
,
“
perhaps
I
got
my
spelling
from
them
.
”
And
then
he
proceeded
to
find
his
place
in
the
church
service
.
When
the
music
began
,
he
stood
up
and
looked
across
at
his
mother
,
smiling
.
He
was
very
fond
of
music
,
and
his
mother
and
he
often
sang
together
,
so
he
joined
in
with
the
rest
,
his
pure
,
sweet
,
high
voice
rising
as
clear
as
the
song
of
a
bird
.
He
quite
forgot
himself
in
his
pleasure
in
it
.
The
Earl
forgot
himself
a
little
too
,
as
he
sat
in
his
curtain
-
shielded
corner
of
the
pew
and
watched
the
boy
.
Cedric
stood
with
the
big
psalter
open
in
his
hands
,
singing
with
all
his
childish
might
,
his
face
a
little
uplifted
,
happily
;
and
as
he
sang
,
a
long
ray
of
sunshine
crept
in
and
,
slanting
through
a
golden
pane
of
a
stained
glass
window
,
brightened
the
falling
hair
about
his
young
head
.
His
mother
,
as
she
looked
at
him
across
the
church
,
felt
a
thrill
pass
through
her
heart
,
and
a
prayer
rose
in
it
too
,
—
a
prayer
that
the
pure
,
simple
happiness
of
his
childish
soul
might
last
,
and
that
the
strange
,
great
fortune
which
had
fallen
to
him
might
bring
no
wrong
or
evil
with
it
.
There
were
many
soft
,
anxious
thoughts
in
her
tender
heart
in
those
new
days
.
“
Oh
,
Ceddie
!
”
she
had
said
to
him
the
evening
before
,
as
she
hung
over
him
in
saying
good
-
night
,
before
he
went
away
;
“
oh
,
Ceddie
,
dear
,
I
wish
for
your
sake
I
was
very
clever
and
could
say
a
great
many
wise
things
!
But
only
be
good
,
dear
,
only
be
brave
,
only
be
kind
and
true
always
,
and
then
you
will
never
hurt
any
one
,
so
long
as
you
live
,
and
you
may
help
many
,
and
the
big
world
may
be
better
because
my
little
child
was
born
.
And
that
is
best
of
all
,
Ceddie
,
—
it
is
better
than
everything
else
,
that
the
world
should
be
a
little
better
because
a
man
has
lived
—
even
ever
so
little
better
,
dearest
.
”
And
on
his
return
to
the
Castle
,
Fauntleroy
had
repeated
her
words
to
his
grandfather
.
