Oldal 100 [100]
30 LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY.
head of the table. The hand on his shoulder seemed to grow
heavier at every step, and his face grew redder and hotter, and his
breath shorter, but
he never thought of
giving up; he stiff¬
ened his_ childish
muscles, held his
head erect, and en¬
couraged the Earl as
he limped along.
“Does your fcot
hurt you very much
when you stand on
it?” heasked. "Did
you ever put it in hot
water and mustard?
Mr. Hobbs used to
put his in hot water.
Arnica is a very nice
thing, they tell me.”
The big dog
stalked slowly beside
them, and the big
footman followed:
several times he
looked very queer
as he watched the
““* JUST LEAN ON ME,’ SAID LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY, little figure making
‘I LL WALK VERY SLOWLY.’ ” the very most of all
its strength, and bearing its burden with such good-will. The Earl,
too, looked rather queer, once, as he glanced sidewise down at the