Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой

           Andthen,itseemedalmostdirectly,theywereonthesteamerinthemidstofthewildestbustleandconfusion;carriagesweredrivingdownandleavingpassengers;passengersweregettingintoastateofexcitementaboutbaggagewhichhadnotarrivedandthreatenedtobetoolate;bigtrunksandcaseswerebeingbumpeddownanddraggedabout;sailorswereuncoilingropesandhurryingtoandfro;officersweregivingorders;ladiesandgentlemenandchildrenandnurseswerecomingonboard,—somewerelaughingandlookedgay,someweresilentandsad,hereandtheretwoorthreewerecryingandtouchingtheireyeswiththeirhandkerchiefs.Cedricfoundsomethingtointeresthimoneveryside;helookedatthepilesofrope,atthefurledsails,atthetall,tallmastswhichseemedalmosttotouchthehotbluesky;hebegantomakeplansforconversingwiththesailorsandgainingsomeinformationonthesubjectofpirates.

           Itwasjustattheverylast,whenhewasstandingleaningontherailingoftheupperdeckandwatchingthefinalpreparations,enjoyingtheexcitementandtheshoutsofthesailorsandwharfmen,thathisattentionwascalledtoaslightbustleinoneofthegroupsnotfarfromhim.Someonewashurriedlyforcinghiswaythroughthisgroupandcomingtowardhim.Itwasaboy,withsomethingredinhishand.ItwasDick.HecameuptoCedricquitebreathless.

           “I’verunalltheway,”hesaid.“I’vecomedowntoseeyeoff.Trade’sbeenprime!Iboughtthisforyeouto’whatImadeyesterday.Yekinwearitwhenyegetamongtheswells