Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter II
OncewhenIwasverylittle,IwaswalkingoutwithDearest,andsheboughtmeabeautifulballthatbounced,andIwascarryingitanditbouncedintothemiddleofthestreetwherethecarriagesandhorseswere,andIwassodisappointed,Ibegantocry—Iwasverylittle.Ihadkiltson.AndDickwasblackingaman’sshoes,andhesaid’Hello!’andheraninbetweenthehorsesandcaughttheballformeandwipeditoffwithhiscoatandgaveittomeandsaid,’It’sallright,youngun.’SoDearestadmiredhimverymuch,andsodidI,andeversincethen,whenwegodown-town,wetalktohim.Hesays’Hello!’andIsay’Hello!’andthenwetalkalittle,andhetellsmehowtradeis.It’sbeenbadlately.”
“Andwhatwouldyouliketodoforhim?”inquiredthelawyer,rubbinghischinandsmilingaqueersmile.
“Well,”saidLordFauntleroy,settlinghimselfinhischairwithabusinessair,“I’dbuyJakeout.”
“AndwhoisJake?”Mr.Havishamasked.
“He’sDick’spartner,andheistheworstpartnerafellowcouldhave!Dicksaysso.Heisn’tacredittothebusiness,andheisn’tsquare.Hecheats,andthatmakesDickmad.Itwouldmakeyoumad,youknow,ifyouwereblackingbootsashardasyoucould,andbeingsquareallthetime,andyourpartnerwasn’tsquareatall.PeoplelikeDick,buttheydon’tlikeJake,andsosometimestheydon’tcometwice.SoifIwererich,I’dbuyJakeoutandgetDicka’boss’sign—hesaysa’boss’signgoesalongway;andI’dgethimsomenewclothesandnewbrushes,andstarthimoutfair.
