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was really very puzzling, but he felt sure his mamma would tell him what all the excitement meant, so he allowed Mary to bemoan herself without asking many questions. When he was dressed, he ran downstairs and went into the parlor. A tall, thin old gentleman with a sharp face was sitting in an arm-chair. His mother was standing near by with a pale face, and he saw that there were tears in her eyes.

      "Oh! Ceddie!" she cried out, and ran to her little boy and caught him in her arms and kissed him in a frightened, troubled way. "Oh! Ceddie, darling!"

      The tall old gentleman rose from his chair and looked at Cedric with his sharp eyes. He rubbed his thin chin with his bony hand as he looked.

      He seemed not at all displeased.

      "And so," he said at last, slowly,—"and so this is little Lord Fauntleroy."

      II

      There was never a more amazed little boy than Cedric during the week that followed; there was never so strange or so unreal a week. In the first place, the story his mamma told him was a very curious one. He was obliged to hear it two or three times before he could understand it. He could not imagine what Mr. Hobbs would think of it. It began with earls: his grandpapa, whom he had never seen, was an earl; and his eldest uncle, if he had not been killed by a fall from his horse, would have been an earl, too, in time; and after his death, his other uncle would have been an earl, if he had not died suddenly, in Rome, of a fever. After that, his own papa, if he had lived, would have been an earl, but, since they all had died and only Cedric was left, it appeared that HE was to be an earl after his grandpapa's death—and for the present he was Lord Fauntleroy.

      He turned quite pale when he was first told of it.

      "Oh! Dearest!" he said, "I should rather not be an earl. None of the boys are earls. Can't I NOT be one?"

      But it seemed to be unavoidable. And when, that evening, they sat together by the open window looking out into the shabby street, he and his mother had a long talk about it. Cedric sat on his footstool, clasping one knee in his favorite attitude and wearing a bewildered little face rather red from the exertion of thinking. His grandfather had sent for him to come to England, and his mamma thought he must go.

      "Because," she said, looking out of the window with sorrowful eyes, "I know your papa would wish it to be so, Ceddie. He loved his home very much; and there are many things to be thought of that a little boy can't quite understand. I should be a selfish little mother if I did not send you. When you are a man, you will see why."

      Ceddie shook his head mournfully.

      "I shall be very sorry to leave Mr. Hobbs," he said. "I'm afraid he'll miss me, and I shall miss him. And I shall miss them all."

      When Mr. Havisham—who was the family lawyer of the Earl of Dorincourt, and who had been sent by him to bring Lord Fauntleroy to England—came the next day, Cedric heard many things. But, somehow, it did not console him to hear that he was to be a very rich man when he grew up, and that he would have castles here and castles there, and great parks and deep mines and grand estates and tenantry. He was troubled about his friend, Mr. Hobbs, and he went to see him at the store soon after breakfast, in great anxiety of mind.

      He found him reading the morning paper, and he approached him with a grave demeanor. He really felt it would be a great shock to Mr. Hobbs to hear what had befallen him, and on his way to the store he had been thinking how it would be best to break the news.

      "Hello!" said Mr. Hobbs. "Mornin'!"

      "Good-morning," said Cedric.

      He did not climb up on the high stool as usual, but sat down on a cracker-box and clasped his knee, and was so silent for a few moments that Mr. Hobbs finally looked up inquiringly over the top of his newspaper.

      "Hello!" he said again.

      Cedric gathered all his strength of mind together.

      "Mr. Hobbs," he said, "do you remember what we were talking about yesterday morning?"

      "Well," replied Mr. Hobbs,—"seems to me it was England."

      "Yes," said Cedric; "but just when Mary came for me, you know?"

      Mr. Hobbs rubbed the back of his head.

      "We WAS mentioning Queen Victoria and the aristocracy."

      "Yes," said Cedric, rather hesitatingly, "and—and earls; don't you know?"

      "Why, yes," returned Mr. Hobbs; "we DID touch 'em up a little; that's so!"

      Cedric flushed up to the curly bang on his forehead. Nothing so embarrassing as this had ever happened to him in his life. He was a little afraid that it might be a trifle embarrassing to Mr. Hobbs, too.

      "You said," he proceeded, "that you wouldn't have them sitting 'round on your cracker-barrels."

      "So I did!" returned Mr. Hobbs, stoutly. "And I meant it. Let 'em try it—that's all!"

      "Mr. Hobbs," said Cedric, "one is sitting on this box now!"

      Mr. Hobbs almost jumped out of his chair.

      "What!" he exclaimed.

      "Yes," Cedric announced, with due modesty; "I am one—or I am going to be. I won't deceive you."

      Mr. Hobbs looked agitated. He rose up suddenly and went to look at the thermometer.

      "The mercury's got into your head!" he exclaimed, turning back to examine his young friend's countenance. "It IS a hot day! How do you feel? Got any pain? When did you begin to feel that way?"

      He put his big hand on the little boy's hair. This was more embarrassing than ever.

      "Thank you," said Ceddie; "I'm all right. There is nothing the matter with my head. I'm sorry to say it's true, Mr. Hobbs. That was what Mary came to take me home for. Mr. Havisham was telling my mamma, and he is a lawyer."

      Mr. Hobbs sank into his chair and mopped his forehead with his handkerchief.

      "ONE of us has got a sunstroke!" he exclaimed.

      "No," returned Cedric, "we haven't. We shall have to make the best of it, Mr. Hobbs. Mr. Havisham came all the way from England to tell us about it. My grandpapa sent him."

      Mr. Hobbs stared wildly at the innocent, serious little face before him.

      "Who is your grandfather?" he asked.

      Cedric put his hand in his pocket and carefully drew out a piece of paper, on which something was written in his own round, irregular hand.

      "I couldn't easily remember it, so I wrote it down on this," he said. And he read aloud slowly: "'John Arthur Molyneux Errol, Earl of Dorincourt.' That is his name, and he lives in a castle—in two or three castles, I think. And my papa, who died, was his youngest son; and I shouldn't have been a lord or an earl if my papa hadn't died; and my papa wouldn't have been an earl if his two brothers hadn't died. But they all died, and there is no one but me,—no boy,—and so I have to be one; and my grandpapa has sent for me to come to England."

      Mr. Hobbs seemed to grow hotter and hotter. He mopped his forehead and his bald spot and breathed hard. He began to see that something very remarkable had happened; but when he looked at the little boy sitting on the cracker-box, with the innocent, anxious expression in his childish eyes, and saw that he was not changed at all, but was simply as he had been the day before, just a handsome, cheerful, brave little fellow in a blue suit and red neck-ribbon, all this information about the nobility bewildered him. He was all the more bewildered because Cedric gave it with such ingenuous simplicity, and plainly without realizing himself how stupendous it was.

      "Wha—what did you say your name was?" Mr. Hobbs inquired.

      "It's Cedric Errol, Lord Fauntleroy," answered Cedric. "That was what Mr. Havisham called me. He said when I went into the room: 'And so this is little Lord Fauntleroy!'"

      "Well," said Mr. Hobbs, "I'll be—jiggered!"

      This was an exclamation he always used when he was very much astonished or excited.

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