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           Aboutaweeklater,whenCedricwasgoingonedaytovisithismother,hefoundatthedoor,insteadofthelargecarriageandprancingpair,aprettylittlebroughamandahandsomebayhorse.

           “Thatisapresentfromyoutoyourmother,”theEarlsaidabruptly.“Shecannotgowalkingaboutthecountry.Sheneedsacarriage.Themanwhodriveswilltakechargeofit.ItisapresentfromYOU.”

           Fauntleroy’sdelightcouldbutfeeblyexpressitself.Hecouldscarcelycontainhimselfuntilhereachedthelodge.Hismotherwasgatheringrosesinthegarden.Heflunghimselfoutofthelittlebroughamandflewtoher.

           “Dearest!”hecried,“couldyoubelieveit?Thisisyours!Hesaysitisapresentfromme.Itisyourowncarriagetodriveeverywherein!”

           Hewassohappythatshedidnotknowwhattosay.Shecouldnothavebornetospoilhispleasurebyrefusingtoacceptthegifteventhoughitcamefromthemanwhochosetoconsiderhimselfherenemy.Shewasobligedtostepintothecarriage,rosesandall,andletherselfbetakentodrive,whileFauntleroytoldherstoriesofhisgrandfather’sgoodnessandamiability.Theyweresuchinnocentstoriesthatsometimesshecouldnothelplaughingalittle,andthenshewoulddrawherlittleboyclosertohersideandkisshim,feelinggladthathecouldseeonlygoodintheoldman,whohadsofewfriends.

           Theverynextdayafterthat,FauntleroywrotetoMr.Hobbs.Hewrotequitealongletter,andafterthefirstcopywaswritten,hebroughtittohisgrandfathertobeinspected.

           “Because,”hesaid,“it’ssouncertainaboutthespelling.