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.
