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disagreeable and people were kept below decks in the saloon, a party of his grownup friends would persuade him to tell them some of these ā€œasperiencesā€ of Jerryā€™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.

ā€œJerryā€™s stories intā€™rust them very much,ā€ he said to his mamma. ā€œFor my partā ā€”you must excuse me, Dearestā ā€”but sometimes I should have thought they couldnā€™t be all quite true, if they hadnā€™t happened to Jerry himself; but as they all happened to Jerryā ā€”well, itā€™s very strange, you know, and perhaps sometimes he may forget and be a little mistaken, as heā€™s been scalped so often. Being scalped a great many times might make a person forgetful.ā€

It was eleven days after he had said goodbye 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 driveway under great arching trees, and after the carriage had rolled down this driveway 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 doorway.

Lord Fauntleroy sprang at her with a gay little shout.

ā€œDid you get here, Mary?ā€ he said. ā€œHereā€™s Mary, Dearest,ā€ and he kissed the maid on her rough red cheek.

ā€œI am glad you are here, Mary,ā€ Mrs. Errol said to her in a low voice. ā€œIt is such a comfort to me to see you. It takes the strangeness away.ā€ And she held out her little hand, which Mary squeezed encouragingly. She knew how this first ā€œstrangenessā€ must feel to this little mother who had left her own land and was about to give up her child.

The English servants looked with curiosity at both the boy and his mother. They had heard all sorts of rumors about them both; they knew how angry the old Earl had been, and why Mrs. Errol was to live at the lodge and her little boy at the castle; they knew all about the great fortune he was to inherit, and about the savage old grandfather and his gout and his tempers.

ā€œHeā€™ll have no easy time of it, poor little chap,ā€ they had said among themselves.

But they did not know what sort of a little lord had come among them; they did not quite understand the character of the next Earl of Dorincourt.

He pulled off his overcoat quite as if he were used to doing things for himself, and began to look about him. He looked about the broad hall, at the pictures and stagsā€™ antlers and curious things that ornamented it. They seemed curious to him because he had never seen such things before in a private house.

ā€œDearest,ā€ he said, ā€œthis is a very pretty house, isnā€™t it? I am glad you are going to live here. Itā€™s quite a large house.ā€

It was quite a large house compared to the one in the shabby New York street, and it was very pretty and cheerful. Mary led them upstairs to a bright chintz-hung bedroom where a fire was burning, and a large snow-white Persian cat was sleeping luxuriously on the white fur hearthrug.

ā€œIt was the house-kaper up at the Castle, maā€™am, sint her to yez,ā€ explained Mary. ā€œItā€™s herself is a kindhearted lady anā€™ has had iverything done to preparā€™ fur yez. I seen her meself a few minnits, anā€™ she was fond av the Captā€™in, maā€™am, anā€™ graivs fur him; and she said to say the big cat slapinā€™ on the rug moight make the room same homeloike to yez. She knowed Captā€™in Errol whin he was a byeā ā€”anā€™ a foine handsumā€™ bye she ses he was, anā€™ a foine young man wid a plisint word fur everyone, great anā€™ shmall. Anā€™ ses I to her, ses I: ā€˜Heā€™s lift a bye thatā€™s loike him, maā€™am, fur a foiner little felly niver sthipped in shoe-leather.ā€™ā€Šā€

When they were ready, they went downstairs into another big bright room; its ceiling was low, and the furniture was heavy and beautifully carved, the chairs were deep and had high massive backs, and there were queer shelves and cabinets with strange, pretty ornaments on them. There was a great tiger-skin before the fire, and an armchair on each side of it. The stately white cat had responded to Lord Fauntleroyā€™s stroking and followed him downstairs, and when he threw himself down upon the rug, she curled herself up grandly beside him as if she intended to make friends. Cedric was so pleased that he put his head down by hers, and lay stroking her, not noticing what his mother and Mr. Havisham were saying.

They were, indeed, speaking in a rather low tone. Mrs. Errol looked a little pale and agitated.

ā€œHe need not go tonight?ā€ she said. ā€œHe will stay with me tonight?ā€

ā€œYes,ā€ answered Mr. Havisham in the same low tone; ā€œit will not be necessary for him to go tonight. I myself will go to the Castle as soon as we have dined, and inform the Earl of our arrival.ā€

Mrs. Errol glanced down at Cedric. He was lying in a graceful, careless attitude upon the black-and-yellow skin; the fire shone on his handsome, flushed little face, and on the tumbled, curly hair spread out on the rug; the big cat was purring in drowsy contentā ā€”she liked the caressing touch of the kind little

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