Audio Book Lord Fauntleroy

By: Frances Hodgson Burnett (1849-1924) In mid-1880s Brooklyn, New York, Cedric Errol lives with his Mother (never named, known only as Mrs Errol or dearest) in genteel poverty after his Father Captain Errol dies. They receive a visit from Havisham, an English lawyer with a message from Cedrics grandfather, Lord Dorincourt. Cedric is now Lord Fauntleroy and heir to the Earldom and a vast estate. The Earl wants Cedric to live with him and learn to be an English aristocrat. He offers Mrs Errol a house and income but refuses to meet or have anything to do with her. The crusty Earl is impressed by the appearance and intelligence of his young American grandson, and charmed by his innocent nature. He admits that Cedric, who has befriended and cared for the poor and needy on the Earls estate, will be a better Earl than he was. A pretender to Cedrics inheritance appears, but the claim is investigated and disproved with the assistance of Cedrics loyal American friends. The Earl is reconciled to his sons American widow. The Earl had intended to teach his grandson how to be an aristocrat; however, Cedric inadvertently teaches his grand-father that an aristocrat should practice compassion and social justice towards persons who are dependent on him. The Earl becomes the kind and good man Cedric always innocently believed him to be. Cedric is reunited with his mother, who comes to live in the ancestral castle with them. Little Lord Fauntleroy is the first children's novel written by English American playwright and author Frances Hodgson Burnett. :
It had never been even mentioned to him.

He knew that his papa had been an Englishman, because his mamma had told him so; but then his papa had died when he was so little a boy that he could not remember very much about him, except that he was big, and had blue eyes and a long mustache, and that it was a splendid thing to be carried around the room on his shoulder.

Since his papa’s death, Cedric had found out that it was best not to talk to his mamma about him.

When his father was ill, Cedric had been sent away, and when he had returned, everything was over; and his mother, who had been very ill, too, was only just beginning to sit in her chair by the window.

She was pale and thin, and all the dimples had gone from her pretty face, and her eyes looked large and mournful, and she was dressed in black. “Dearest,” said Cedric (his papa had called her that always, and so the little boy had learned to say it), “dearest, is my papa better?” He felt her arms tremble, and so he turned his curly head and looked in her face