Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter II
Havisham.“Andwhy?”
“Well,”explainedCedric,“therearesomanythingsapersoncandowithmoney.Yousee,there’stheapple-woman.IfIwereveryrichIshouldbuyheralittletenttoputherstallin,andalittlestove,andthenIshouldgiveheradollareverymorningitrained,sothatshecouldaffordtostayathome.Andthen—oh!I’dgiveherashawl.And,yousee,herboneswouldn’tfeelsobadly.Herbonesarenotlikeourbones;theyhurtherwhenshemoves.It’sverypainfulwhenyourboneshurtyou.IfIwererichenoughtodoallthosethingsforher,Iguessherboneswouldbeallright.”
“Ahem!”saidMr.Havisham.“Andwhatelsewouldyoudoifyouwererich?”
“Oh!I’ddoagreatmanythings.OfcourseIshouldbuyDearestallsortsofbeautifulthings,needle-booksandfansandgoldthimblesandrings,andanencyclopedia,andacarriage,sothatsheneedn’thavetowaitforthestreet-cars.Ifshelikedpinksilkdresses,Ishouldbuyhersome,butshelikesblackbest.ButI’d,takehertothebigstores,andtellhertolook’roundandchooseforherself.AndthenDick——”
“WhoisDick?”askedMr.Havisham.
“Dickisaboot-black,”saidhisyounglordship,quitewarmingupinhisinterestinplanssoexciting.“Heisoneofthenicestboot-blacksyoueverknew.Hestandsatthecornerofastreetdown-town.I’veknownhimforyears.
