Stranica 100 [100]
OCR
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 stiffened his_ childish muscles, held his head erect, and encouraged 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
