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He
actually
had
learned
to
be
fond
enough
of
that
small
boy
with
the
mop
of
yellow
love
-
locks
,
to
feel
that
he
himself
would
prefer
to
be
guilty
of
an
amiable
action
now
and
then
.
And
so
—
though
he
laughed
at
himself
—
after
some
reflection
,
he
sent
for
Newick
,
and
had
quite
a
long
interview
with
him
on
the
subject
of
the
Court
,
and
it
was
decided
that
the
wretched
hovels
should
be
pulled
down
and
new
houses
should
be
built
.
“
It
is
Lord
Fauntleroy
who
insists
on
it
,
”
he
said
dryly
;
“
he
thinks
it
will
improve
the
property
.
You
can
tell
the
tenants
that
it
’
s
his
idea
.
”
And
he
looked
down
at
his
small
lordship
,
who
was
lying
on
the
hearth
-
rug
playing
with
Dougal
.
The
great
dog
was
the
lad
’
s
constant
companion
,
and
followed
him
about
everywhere
,
stalking
solemnly
after
him
when
he
walked
,
and
trotting
majestically
behind
when
he
rode
or
drove
.
Of
course
,
both
the
country
people
and
the
town
people
heard
of
the
proposed
improvement
.
At
first
,
many
of
them
would
not
believe
it
;
but
when
a
small
army
of
workmen
arrived
and
commenced
pulling
down
the
crazy
,
squalid
cottages
,
people
began
to
understand
that
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
had
done
them
a
good
turn
again
,
and
that
through
his
innocent
interference
the
scandal
of
Earl
’
s
Court
had
at
last
been
removed
.
If
he
had
only
known
how
they
talked
about
him
and
praised
him
everywhere
,
and
prophesied
great
things
for
him
when
he
grew
up
,
how
astonished
he
would
have
been
!
But
he
never
suspected
it
.
He
lived
his
simple
,
happy
,
child
life
,
—
frolicking
about
in
the
park
;
chasing
the
rabbits
to
their
burrows
;
lying
under
the
trees
on
the
grass
,
or
on
the
rug
in
the
library
,
reading
wonderful
books
and
talking
to
the
Earl
about
them
,
and
then
telling
the
stories
again
to
his
mother
;
writing
long
letters
to
Dick
and
Mr
.
Hobbs
,
who
responded
in
characteristic
fashion
;
riding
out
at
his
grandfather
’
s
side
,
or
with
Wilkins
as
escort
.
As
they
rode
through
the
market
town
,
he
used
to
see
the
people
turn
and
look
,
and
he
noticed
that
as
they
lifted
their
hats
their
faces
often
brightened
very
much
;
but
he
thought
it
was
all
because
his
grandfather
was
with
him
.
“
They
are
so
fond
of
you
,
”
he
once
said
,
looking
up
at
his
lordship
with
a
bright
smile
.
“
Do
you
see
how
glad
they
are
when
they
see
you
?
I
hope
they
will
some
day
be
as
fond
of
me
.
It
must
be
nice
to
have
EVERYbody
like
you
.
”
And
he
felt
quite
proud
to
be
the
grandson
of
so
greatly
admired
and
beloved
an
individual
.
When
the
cottages
were
being
built
,
the
lad
and
his
grandfather
used
to
ride
over
to
Earl
’
s
Court
together
to
look
at
them
,
and
Fauntleroy
was
full
of
interest
.
He
would
dismount
from
his
pony
and
go
and
make
acquaintance
with
the
workmen
,
asking
them
questions
about
building
and
bricklaying
,
and
telling
them
things
about
America
.
After
two
or
three
such
conversations
,
he
was
able
to
enlighten
the
Earl
on
the
subject
of
brick
-
making
,
as
they
rode
home
.
“
I
always
like
to
know
about
things
like
those
,
”
he
said
,
“
because
you
never
know
what
you
are
coming
to
.
”
When
he
left
them
,
the
workmen
used
to
talk
him
over
among
themselves
,
and
laugh
at
his
odd
,
innocent
speeches
;
but
they
liked
him
,
and
liked
to
see
him
stand
among
them
,
talking
away
,
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
his
hat
pushed
back
on
his
curls
,
and
his
small
face
full
of
eagerness
.
“
He
’
s
a
rare
un
,
”
they
used
to
say
.
“
An
’
a
noice
little
outspoken
chap
,
too
.
Not
much
o
’
th
’
bad
stock
in
him
.
”
And
they
would
go
home
and
tell
their
wives
about
him
,
and
the
women
would
tell
each
other
,
and
so
it
came
about
that
almost
every
one
talked
of
,
or
knew
some
story
of
,
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
;
and
gradually
almost
every
one
knew
that
the
“
wicked
Earl
”
had
found
something
he
cared
for
at
last
—
something
which
had
touched
and
even
warmed
his
hard
,
bitter
old
heart
.
But
no
one
knew
quite
how
much
it
had
been
warmed
,
and
how
day
by
day
the
old
man
found
himself
caring
more
and
more
for
the
child
,
who
was
the
only
creature
that
had
ever
trusted
him
.
He
found
himself
looking
forward
to
the
time
when
Cedric
would
be
a
young
man
,
strong
and
beautiful
,
with
life
all
before
him
,
but
having
still
that
kind
heart
and
the
power
to
make
friends
everywhere
,
and
the
Earl
wondered
what
the
lad
would
do
,
and
how
he
would
use
his
gifts
.
Often
as
he
watched
the
little
fellow
lying
upon
the
hearth
,
conning
some
big
book
,
the
light
shining
on
the
bright
young
head
,
his
old
eyes
would
gleam
and
his
cheek
would
flush
.
