. Little Lord Fauntleroy . butthen, I am only a boy. Then, after a seconds pause, in which hisface brightened visibly, You can do anything, cant you ? he said. Humph ! said my lord, staring at him. Thats your opinion,is it? And he was not displeased either. I mean you can give any one anything, said Fauntleroy. Who s Newick ? He is my agent, answered the earl, and some of my tenantsare not over-fond of him. Are you going to write him a letter now? inquired Fauntleroy. Shall I bring you the pen and ink? I can take the game off thistable. It plainly had not for an instant occurred to him that Ne
. Little Lord Fauntleroy . butthen, I am only a boy. Then, after a seconds pause, in which hisface brightened visibly, You can do anything, cant you ? he said. Humph ! said my lord, staring at him. Thats your opinion,is it? And he was not displeased either. I mean you can give any one anything, said Fauntleroy. Who s Newick ? He is my agent, answered the earl, and some of my tenantsare not over-fond of him. Are you going to write him a letter now? inquired Fauntleroy. Shall I bring you the pen and ink? I can take the game off thistable. It plainly had not for an instant occurred to him that Newickwould be allowed to do his worst. The Earl paused a moment, still looking at him. Can youwrite ? he asked. Yes, answered Cedric, but not very well. Move the things from the table, commanded my lord, andbring the pen and ink, and a sheet of paper from my desk. Mr. Mordaunts interest began to increase. Fauntleroy did ashe was told very deftly. In a few moments, the sheet of paper, thebig inkstand, and the pen were LORD FAUNTLEROY WRITES A LET! ER. LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY. 105 There ! he said gayly, now you can write it. You are to write it, said the Earl. I ! exclaimed Fauntleroy, and a flush overspread his it do if I write it? I dont always spell quite right when Ihave nt a dictionary, and nobody tells me. It will do, answered the Earl. Higgins will not complain ofthe spelling. I m not the philanthropist; you are. Dip your penin the ink. Fauntleroy took up the pen and dipped it in the ink-bottle, thenhe arranged himself in position, leaning on the table. Now, he inquired, what must I say? You may say, Higgins is not to be interfered with, for thepresent, and sign it, Fauntleroy, said the Earl. Fauntleroy dipped his pen in the ink again, and resting his arm,began to write. It was rather a slow and serious process, but hegave his whole soul to it. After a while, however, the manuscriptwas complete, and he handed it to his grandfather with a smileslightly t
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