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Cedric
moved
on
his
pillow
,
and
turned
over
,
opening
his
eyes
.
There
were
two
women
in
the
room
.
Everything
was
bright
and
cheerful
with
gay
-
flowered
chintz
.
There
was
a
fire
on
the
hearth
,
and
the
sunshine
was
streaming
in
through
the
ivy
-
entwined
windows
.
Both
women
came
toward
him
,
and
he
saw
that
one
of
them
was
Mrs
.
Mellon
,
the
housekeeper
,
and
the
other
a
comfortable
,
middle
-
aged
woman
,
with
a
face
as
kind
and
good
-
humored
as
a
face
could
be
.
“
Good
-
morning
,
my
lord
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Mellon
.
“
Did
you
sleep
well
?
”
His
lordship
rubbed
his
eyes
and
smiled
.
“
Good
-
morning
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
didn
’
t
know
I
was
here
.
”
“
You
were
carried
upstairs
when
you
were
asleep
,
”
said
the
housekeeper
.
“
This
is
your
bedroom
,
and
this
is
Dawson
,
who
is
to
take
care
of
you
.
”
Fauntleroy
sat
up
in
bed
and
held
out
his
hand
to
Dawson
,
as
he
had
held
it
out
to
the
Earl
.
“
How
do
you
do
,
ma
’
am
?
”
he
said
.
“
I
’
m
much
obliged
to
you
for
coming
to
take
care
of
me
.
”
“
You
can
call
her
Dawson
,
my
lord
,
”
said
the
housekeeper
with
a
smile
.
“
She
is
used
to
being
called
Dawson
.
”
“
MISS
Dawson
,
or
MRS
.
Dawson
?
”
inquired
his
lordship
.
