Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой

           “Oh,Ceddie!”shehadsaidtohimtheeveningbefore,asshehungoverhiminsayinggood-night,beforehewentaway;“oh,Ceddie,dear,IwishforyoursakeIwasverycleverandcouldsayagreatmanywisethings!Butonlybegood,dear,onlybebrave,onlybekindandtruealways,andthenyouwillneverhurtanyone,solongasyoulive,andyoumayhelpmany,andthebigworldmaybebetterbecausemylittlechildwasborn.Andthatisbestofall,Ceddie,—itisbetterthaneverythingelse,thattheworldshouldbealittlebetterbecauseamanhaslived—eveneversolittlebetter,dearest.”

           AndonhisreturntotheCastle,Fauntleroyhadrepeatedherwordstohisgrandfather.

           “AndIthoughtaboutyouwhenshesaidthat,”heended;“andItoldherthatwasthewaytheworldwasbecauseyouhadlived,andIwasgoingtotryifIcouldbelikeyou.”

           “Andwhatdidshesaytothat?”askedhislordship,atrifleuneasily.

           “Shesaidthatwasright,andwemustalwayslookforgoodinpeopleandtrytobelikeit.”

           Perhapsitwasthistheoldmanrememberedasheglancedthroughthedividedfoldsoftheredcurtainofhispew.Manytimeshelookedoverthepeople’sheadstowherehisson’swifesatalone,andhesawthefairfacetheunforgivendeadhadloved,andtheeyeswhichweresolikethoseofthechildathisside;butwhathisthoughtswere,andwhethertheywerehardandbitter,orsoftenedalittle,itwouldhavebeenhardtodiscover.

           Astheycameoutofchurch,manyofthosewhohadattendedtheservicestoodwaitingtoseethempass.