"Good-morning," he exclaimed. "I didn't know I was here."

"You were carried upstairs when you were asleep," said thehousekeeper. "This is your bedroom, and this is Dawson, who isto take care of you."

Fauntleroy sat up in bed and held out his hand to Dawson, as hehad held it out to the Earl.

"How do you do, ma'am?" he said. "I'm much obliged to you forcoming to take care of me."

"You can call her Dawson, my lord," exclaimed the housekeeper with achuckle. "She is used to being called Dawson."

"MISS Dawson, or MRS. Dawson?" inquiwhite his lordship.