Little Lord Fauntleroy Page #5

Go ahead.

- Oh, Ceddie!

- Mama!

Home, Hustings.

- How are you?

- Fine.

- Did you sleep well?

- Yeah, I have a huge bed!

And you're happy?

Lord Fauntleroy sits well, my Lord.

All Dorincourts sit well.

- Can I go faster, grandpa?

- You're not afraid?

Not by a long shot.

Let him have the reins.

Come on! Faster, come on!

Thighs in the stirrup, your Lordship.

I'm running him every time.

That will do, Wilkins!

Can I go for a real ride, grandpa?

I'll keep a watchful eye on him,

your Lordship.

See that you do.

Charlie.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Bye, grandpa!

He sure is spunky, your Lordship.

Get on with your work.

Whoa... whoa.

Have you had enough, your Lordship?

Not by a long shot!

Hold still.

I almost forgot my cap though.

Let's go. Come on.

You got a long way to go?

The boy lives in the village,

your Lordship.

It's him!

It's him that's come from America!

Give him a hand up on my pony, Wilkins.

Your Lordship?

He can't walk very well. And I can.

Here, ride my mount.

It's too big for him.

Give him a hand, Wilkins. Please.

What's your name?

Georgie. Georgie Hawker.

Pleased to meet you, Georgie.

So let's go.

Won't his Lordship give me what for.

Mrs. Dibble, Dibble! Look!

What? Ah, it must be him.

It's little Lord Fauntleroy!

How do?

He knows Georgie.

- Can I put here?

- Yes.

I'll be back in a minute.

- Excuse me.

- Yes?

You put things on account?

That depends on whose account.

My grandpa, the Earl of Dorincourt.

So I guess his credit's good.

The Earl?

Then you must be

little Lord Fauntleroy!

Would I be wearing this get-up

if I wasn't?

He wouldn't let the boy ride

my mount, your Lordship.

He said it was too high.

"Wilkins," he says.

"The boy is lame and I am not."

Then... he bought a crutch

for the boy from Mr. Kinsey.

And then when we got to the cottage,

he whips off his cap

and says to the boy's mother,

"I've brought your son home, ma'am."

"And the crutch is from...

my grandpa."

If you don't mind my saying so,

your Lordship,

The Lord Fauntleroy has won the hearts

of the whole village

with what he's done.

You could've knocked

me down with a feather

when he asked to buy

those crutches for little Georgie.

Such a lovely child.

He took my breath away.

He looks so like his father.

And a dearer man never lived

than Captain Errol!

I wish one of my own could live

with the Earl of Dorincourt.

Look, that's his mother.

Isn't she in luck?

Bless you, my lady.

There's no reason for you to curtsy.

But I thank you for your blessing.

It's very nice of you to be here,

Mrs. Errol.

I'll help grandpa walk.

He's his father all over again.

Everybody's sure glad

to see you, grandpa.

- They're bowing to you.

- To me?

Take off your hat.

God bless your young Lordship

and a long life for you.

Thanks. You too.

What is it, Higgins?

You're Higgins?

Sure pleased to meet you, Mr. Higgins.

I guess you feel a lot better

now that my grandpa said that

you can stay on the farm.

But I guess you know

how good my grandpa is.

You look poorly and should be in bed.

When you're fit again,

see that you do better with the farm.

Thanks, your Lordship.

I hope your children get over

their whooping cough, Mr. Higgins.

You sure made Mr. Higgins happy,

grandpa.

I'm sure learning how to be an Earl!

Mama and Mary came to church too,

grandpa.

Why don't we sit with them?

Our place is in the family pew.

But Mama and Mary are family too.

What's that, Grandpa?

A memorial to our ancestors.

They don't know how to spell

no better than me.

We shall now sing Hymn 298.

"Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven."

Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven.

To His feet thy tribute bring.

Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,

Who like me His praise should sing:

Praise Him, Praise Him.

Praise Him, Praise Him.

Praise the everlasting King.

You for work?

I'm a good seamstress, Mrs. Smith.

You're his Lordship's mother!

I'm also my own person.

Of course if you have no need for help-

I have this need. I'm the only

dressmaker for miles around.

What would the Earl think?

That does not concern me.

I have a living to make.

I prefer of course

to do the sewing at home.

As it's a long walk to the village.

It doesn't surprise me, my lady.

What doesn't surprise you?

That the young captain married you.

Thank you. Will you take me on?

With pleasure, my lady.

And you will do me a kindness

if you cease to call me "my lady."

I'm Mrs. Errol..

It's all the title

I want or have ever wanted.

Then Mrs. Errol, it shall be.

I took a wrong turn

on the way to the village.

Came to a sector..

I've never seen

such poverty and despair.

The houses were all decayed.

There was an open ditch

with a stench that took my breath away.

Earl's Lane..

It's where his Lordship sentences them.

It's best to stay away.

There's always terrible sickness there.

It comes from hunger and filth.

- Look it over.

- Fine bird, Mr. McGregor.

I'll wager you'll be pleased

to do your own shooting again, my Lord.

Keep an eye out for poachers,

Mr. McGregor.

Yes, my Lord.

I'll not have my birds in end up

on the tables of the tenants.

The signs are posted.

And all know the penalty. But-

Some people's hunger, your Lordship.

Those who don't work

deserve to go hungry.

Take the birds to the kitchen, McGregor.

Yes, my Lord.

Good afternoon, sir.

Hustings.

Be good enough to inform the lady

I have no desire to converse with her.

Kindly inform his Lordship

that an exchange of "good afternoon"

hardly constitutes a conversation.

Tell the lady

that she is sadly mistaken if she

hopes to ingratiate herself with me.

Please tell his Lordship

I have no desire or need

to ingratiate myself.

He is my husband's father

and my son's grandfather.

And I merely show him the

same courtesy I would

show his gamekeeper

if the circumstance were the same.

Tell the lady

that like all Americans,

she is exceedingly rude.

Tell his Lordship that it's obvious

Americans do not have

a monopoly on rudeness.

Tell the lady she offends me.

Tell his Lordship I certainly hope so.

Tell the lady-

The lady has heard quite enough,

Hustings.

I thank God each day

for the Revolution that freed us from

the arrogance and ill temper

of the British aristocracy.

Madam!!

We won that war. And I have

no intention of losing this one.

Good day, Hustings!

Shall I just drive on, your Lordship?

I want no gossip

about this conversation, Hustings.

What conversation?

Was that yours, sir?

Drive on.

Shouldn't Mama be home by now, Mary?

She must've stopped by that awful

place again to help out like she does.

Seems a mistake.

She'll come watch you when she can.

Is mama happy, Mary?

She never says.

Sure, she's happy.

Or she would pack up and go home.

But not without me.

You'd be the first thing she'd pack.

I'm sorry that I made you wait, Ceddie.

Mama!

Mary told me where you were.

New or alterations?

Alterations.

I'll fix you a cup of tea.

- You look awful tired, mama.

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