Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой

Chapter VI

           An’it’smyopinion,mylordwasn’tblindtoitneither,forhelookedathim,andhesaystoJames,’Seeyoudon’twakehim!’hesays.”

           Cedricmovedonhispillow,andturnedover,openinghiseyes.

           Thereweretwowomenintheroom.Everythingwasbrightandcheerfulwithgay-floweredchintz.Therewasafireonthehearth,andthesunshinewasstreaminginthroughtheivy-entwinedwindows.Bothwomencametowardhim,andhesawthatoneofthemwasMrs.Mellon,thehousekeeper,andtheotheracomfortable,middle-agedwoman,withafaceaskindandgood-humoredasafacecouldbe.

           “Good-morning,mylord,”saidMrs.Mellon.“Didyousleepwell?”

           Hislordshiprubbedhiseyesandsmiled.

           “Good-morning,”hesaid.“Ididn’tknowIwashere.”

           “Youwerecarriedupstairswhenyouwereasleep,”saidthehousekeeper.“Thisisyourbedroom,andthisisDawson,whoistotakecareofyou.”

           FauntleroysatupinbedandheldouthishandtoDawson,ashehadhelditouttotheEarl.

           “Howdoyoudo,ma’am?”hesaid.“I’mmuchobligedtoyouforcomingtotakecareofme.”

           “YoucancallherDawson,mylord,”saidthehousekeeperwithasmile.“SheisusedtobeingcalledDawson.”

           “MISSDawson,orMRS.Dawson?”inquiredhislordship.

           “JustDawson,mylord,”saidDawsonherself,beamingallover.“NeitherMissnorMissis,blessyourlittleheart!Willyougetupnow,andletDawsondressyou,andthenhaveyourbreakfastinthenursery?”

           “Ilearnedtodressmyselfmanyyearsago,thankyou,”answeredFauntleroy.“Dearesttaughtme.’Dearest’ismymamma.

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