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LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY. I31 _any one supposed; even his mother did not know how often he pondered on it; the Earl for a long time never suspected that he did so at all. But, being guick to observe, the little boy could not help wondering why it was that his mother and grandfather never seemed to meet. He had noticed that they never did meet. When the Dorincourt carriage stopped at Court Lodge, the Earl never alighted, and on the rare occasions of his lordship’s going to church, Fauntleroy was always left to speak to his mother in the porch alone, or perhaps to go home with her. And yet, every day, fruit and flowers were sent to Court Lodge from the hot-houses at the Castle. But the one virtuous action of the Earl’s which had set him upon the pinnacle of perfection in Cedric’s eyes, was what he had done soon after that first Sunday when Mrs. Errol had walked home from church unattended. About a week later, when Cedric was going one day to visit his mother, he found at the door, instead of the large carriage and prancing pair, a pretty little brougham and a handsome bay horse. “That is a present from you to your mother,” the Earl said abruptly. " She can not go walking about the country. She needs a carriage. The man who drives will take charge of it. It is a present from you.” Fauntleroy’s delight could but feebly express itself. He could scarcely contain himself until he reached the lodge. His mother was gathering roses in the garden. He flung himself out of the little brougham and flew to her. ‘“ Dearest!” he cried, "could you believe it? This is yours! He Says it is a present from me. It is your own carriage to drive everywhere in!” He was so happy that she did not know what to say. She could not have borne to spoil his pleasure by refusing to accept the sift even though it came from the man who chose to consider himself her enemy. She was obliged to step into the carriage, roses and all, and let herself be taken to drive, while Fauntleroy told her

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