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the course of the preceding week, many wonderful stories had been told of little Lord Fauntleroy. Mrs. Dibble had been kept so busy attending to customers who came in to buy a pennyworth of needles or a haā€™porth of tape and to hear what she had to relate, that the little shop bell over the door had nearly tinkled itself to death over the coming and going. Mrs. Dibble knew exactly how his small lordshipā€™s rooms had been furnished for him, what expensive toys had been bought, how there was a beautiful brown pony awaiting him, and a small groom to attend it, and a little dogcart, with silver-mounted harness. And she could tell, too, what all the servants had said when they had caught glimpses of the child on the night of his arrival; and how every female below stairs had said it was a shame, so it was, to part the poor pretty dear from his mother; and had all declared their hearts came into their mouths when he went alone into the library to see his grandfather, for ā€œthere was no knowing how heā€™d be treated, and his lordshipā€™s temper was enough to fluster them with old heads on their shoulders, let alone a child.ā€

ā€œBut if youā€™ll believe me, Mrs. Jennifer, mum,ā€ Mrs. Dibble had said, ā€œfear that child does not knowā ā€”so Mr. Thomas hisself says; anā€™ set anā€™ smile he did, anā€™ talked to his lordship as if theyā€™d been friends ever since his first hour. Anā€™ the Earl so took aback, Mr. Thomas says, that he couldnā€™t do nothing but listen and stare from under his eyebrows. Anā€™ itā€™s Mr. Thomasā€™s opinion, Mrs. Bates, mum, that bad as he is, he was pleased in his secret soul, anā€™ proud, too; for a handsomer little fellow, or with better manners, though so old-fashioned, Mr. Thomas says heā€™d never wish to see.ā€

And then there had come the story of Higgins. The Reverend Mr. Mordaunt had told it at his own dinner table, and the servants who had heard it had told it in the kitchen, and from there it had spread like wildfire.

And on market-day, when Higgins had appeared in town, he had been questioned on every side, and Newick had been questioned too, and in response had shown to two or three people the note signed ā€œFauntleroy.ā€

And so the farmersā€™ wives had found plenty to talk of over their tea and their shopping, and they had done the subject full justice and made the most of it. And on Sunday they had either walked to church or had been driven in their gigs by their husbands, who were perhaps a trifle curious themselves about the new little lord who was to be in time the owner of the soil.

It was by no means the Earlā€™s habit to attend church, but he chose to appear on this first Sundayā ā€”it was his whim to present himself in the huge family pew, with Fauntleroy at his side.

There were many loiterers in the churchyard, and many lingerers in the lane that morning. There were groups at the gates and in the porch, and there had been much discussion as to whether my lord would really appear or not. When this discussion was at its height, one good woman suddenly uttered an exclamation.

ā€œEh,ā€ she said, ā€œthat must be the mother, pretty young thing.ā€ All who heard turned and looked at the slender figure in black coming up the path. The veil was thrown back from her face and they could see how fair and sweet it was, and how the bright hair curled as softly as a childā€™s under the little widowā€™s cap.

She was not thinking of the people about; she was thinking of Cedric, and of his visits to her, and his joy over his new pony, on which he had actually ridden to her door the day before, sitting very straight and looking very proud and happy. But soon she could not help being attracted by the fact that she was being looked at and that her arrival had created some sort of sensation. She first noticed it because an old woman in a red cloak made a bobbing courtesy to her, and then another did the same thing and said, ā€œGod bless you, my lady!ā€ and one man after another took off his hat as she passed. For a moment she did not understand, and then she realized that it was because she was little Lord Fauntleroyā€™s mother that they did so, and she flushed rather shyly and smiled and bowed too, and said, ā€œThank you,ā€ in a gentle voice to the old woman who had blessed her. To a person who had always lived in a bustling, crowded American city this simple deference was very novel, and at first just a little embarrassing; but after all, she could not help liking and being touched by the friendly warmheartedness of which it seemed to speak. She had scarcely passed through the stone porch into the church before the great event of the day happened. The carriage from the Castle, with its handsome horses and tall liveried servants, bowled around the corner and down the green lane.

ā€œHere they come!ā€ went from one looker-on to another.

And then the carriage drew up, and Thomas stepped down and opened the door, and a little boy, dressed in black velvet, and with a splendid mop of bright waving hair, jumped out.

Every man, woman, and child looked curiously upon him.

ā€œHeā€™s the Captain over again!ā€ said those of the onlookers who remembered his father. ā€œHeā€™s the Captainā€™s self, to the life!ā€

He stood there in the sunlight looking up at the Earl, as Thomas helped that nobleman out, with the most affectionate interest that could be imagined. The instant he could help, he put out his hand and offered his shoulder as if he had been seven feet high. It was plain enough to everyone that however it might be with other people, the Earl of Dorincourt struck no terror into the breast of his grandson.

ā€œJust

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