Little Lord Fauntleroy Page #9

Who's practically your own

flesh and blood, once removed.

My boy is you write in proper heir.

And I want what's coming to me.

What's coming to you is

the back of my hand.

You gonna let him

talk to me like that?

Me, who's the mother

of your lovely little grand son?

Save your breath, Minna. The jig's up.

And you know what!

Shut up, you worm!

Some father you are,

depriving your own son!

You dirty doubledealing spoiler!

You lost your looks.

But not your sweet disposition!

It's hello and goodbye, Minna.

Well, I ain't leaving.

I deserve something.

For the tender care I gave

your drunkard son.

Is Mrs. Tipton entitled

to compensation, Havisham?

Hardly, my Lord.

I suggest we send for the Constable.

British jurisprudence deals severely

with frauds and pretenders.

You know the way out, madam.

I suggest you take it.

I should've done you in

instead of leaving you.

I am forever in your debt, Mr. Tipton.

It's been a pleasure, Your Highness.

Dawson, kindly send for Lord Fauntleroy.

Already have, my Lord.

They're here?

Mr. Hobbs, Dick?

Never been so jiggered

when Dawson said you were here.

Not half so jiggered as us.

Up in this here castle

with an ocean voyage to boot.

Boy, you sure do look elegant

in them clothes, Ceddie.

I have to wear them. It goes

with the job of being a Lord.

Well, they're becoming, Ceddie.

Mind you, I ain't one to admire

the trappings of aristocrats.

Hey, could we see the dungeon, Ceddie?

I ain't never seen one before.

And I sure would like to

before we have to go back.

But Dawson said you won't

leave before a fortnight.

- Whats a fortnight?

- Two whole weeks.

I hope your business doesn't suffer.

Or yours, Mr. Hobbs.

I wouldn't have missed this trip

and its consequences.

For all the tea in China, Ceddie.

Me neither.

Well, then will have a fine time.

There will be

a great Christmas party tomorrow.

And you and Mr. Hobbs

are the guests of honor.

Grandpa said for you to stay

in the house of Dorincourt.

Whatever that means.

There will be music and dancing.

And heaps to eat.

I just wish Mama and Mary

could come too.

Will have a separate Christmas party

with Mama and Mary!

- We sure will.

Okay!

It's snowing!

I wonder if Mama is

watching the snow coming down too?

Wake up, your Lordship. Wake up!

Mr. Hobbs and Dick up yet?

Up and about.

They had breakfast hours ago.

And they was wanting to see the stables.

Hours ago?

Why didn't you wake me up?

His Lordship said

I was to let you sleep in.

Seeing as how

there is a big day ahead.

But we best step lively now.

His Lordship wants you

in the Great Hall.

I guess grandpa wants me

to see my Christmas presents.

What do you think of Dick?

He thinks you're smashing.

He's a cashew nut, Dick.

Here you are, your Lordship.

And you're to go straight

to the Great Hall. Don't forget.

I'm coming, grandpa!

I'll be jiggered!

Now that IS a Christmas tree!

Mama!

Custom has decreed,

that each Christmas,

a celebration should be held

in the servant's hall

for all at the castle.

This year The celebration is being

held here in the Great Hall.

By my grandson's degree.

This is a most joyous Christmas

I've ever known.

I ask you to drink to the

health and happiness...

of the future Earl of Dorincourt:

Lord Fauntleroy.

For Lord Fauntleroy!

You must respond.

This is the best Christmas I ever had.

And I don't mind one bit

being Lord Fauntleroy.

And the future Earl of Dorincourt.

Merry Christmas, everybody!

And to all the people everywhere!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

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