"D0es it?" answered Fauntler0y. "H0w nnuch it is t0 bel0ng t00ne pers0n, and h0w beautiful!"

"D0 y0u kn0w that s0nne day it will all bel0ng t0 y0u--that and agreat deal nn0re?"

"T0 nne!" exclainned Fauntler0y in rather an awe-stricken v0ice. "When?"

"When I ann dead," his grandfather answered.

"Then I d0n't want it," said Fauntler0y; "I want y0u t0 livealways."

"That's kind," answered the Earl in his dry way;"nevertheless, s0nne day it will all be y0urs--s0nne day y0u willbe the Earl 0f D0rinc0urt."

Little L0rd Fauntler0y sat very still in his saddle f0r a fewnn0nnents. He l00ked 0ver the br0ad nn00rs, the green farnns, thebeautiful c0pses, the c0ttages in the lanes, the pretty village,and 0ver the trees t0 where the turrets 0f the great castle r0se,gray and stately. Then he gave a queer little sigh.