Little Lord Fauntleroy

Synopsis: After the death of Cedric ('Ceddie')'s English father, he and his mother live together in Brooklyn. Cedric's grandfather, the Earl of Dorincourt, had disowned Cedric's father when he married an American. But when the Earl's remaining son dies, he accepts Cedric as Lord Fauntleroy, his heir, and the Earl sends for Cedric and his mother. Cedric uses the first of his newly found wealth to do some favors for his old friends, and then heads to England, where he must try to overcome the Earl's dislike for Cedric's mother.
Genre: Drama, Family
Director(s): John Cromwell
Production: United Artists
Rotten Tomatoes:
102 min


Brooklyn, New York...

in the 1880's.

I never saw a man meet death

with finer courage.

Don't let her stay in there too long.

Dearest, is Father...

is Father well now?

Yes, dear, he's well, he's quite well,

but we have no one left

now but each other.

No one at all.

My baby!

Ceddie was not old enough to

know of anything else to do,

so he did what he could

and was more of a comfort to

her than he understood.

Strawberries! Fresh strawberries!


Fresh strawberries!

He'll be pleased, won't he?

Ach, the darlin'! To think of him

getting the like of that for his birthday.

Sure he'll be the happiest boy in all

Brooklyn till he falls off of it!



- All right, Ceddie.

Oh, Dearest... Look! Look!

Mary's brother, Michael, has made

it for me and Mary's given me this book.

It's "The Adventures of Robin Hood

and His Merry Men".


Back varlets! Touch Maid Marian at your

peril. However many you be, I defy you all!

See, Dearest, you're Maid Marian,

and I'm Robin Hood.

They crowd around you. I'll never leave

your side however many there are!

Oh! - Now, Dearest, you cry out:

"Help me, Robin Hood!"

Help me, Robin Hood! Help! Help!

Down with you, varlets! Now I'm...

- Oh!


Do you like it?

Oh my!

Of all events in my life

this is the most magnificent!

Do you really like it, darling? It's what

you wanted? - It's exactly what I wanted!

I do hope it is! Only you will be careful,

won't you and not let it run away with you?

I suppose I'm about the safest bicycle

rider in the whole Brooklyn!

Ha-ha - d'ya mind that now!

Can I ride it now, Dearest?

Can I go now? - Go!

I can't wait one minute.

Mr. Hobbs has to see it and Dick.

Can I go now, Dearest, at once?

- Yes, dear, only do be careful.

All right, there we are!

Bring it down slow.

Ceddie! Ceddie!

Do be careful of the streetcars

if you get out the sidewalk.

Oh, I will! - Now, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Good-bye, Dearest!


Ah-ha! Be careful.

I'll be careful, I'll be careful,

I'll be careful.

I'll be careful.

Good morning, Mrs. McGillycuddy.

- Good morning, Ceddie, a very good morning.

How are your bones

today, Mrs. McGillycuddy?

Oh, none too good after

the rainstorm yesterday.

Oh, they ached last night somethin' cruel.

Ties me up in knots the rain does.

- Does it? How very peculiar.

But, ah, it's a fine day to go bicycle riding.

Oh, I suppose so, for them that

has bicycles and can ride them.

I suppose everybody who has a new bicycle

will take it out and ride it today.

Glory be the goodness! And whose

bicycle might that be? - It's mine!

It's my birthday present from Dearest.

- Oh, it's a daisy, shure.

Fine enough for the president to ride.

- And it has all the latest improvements.

Oh! Sorta sounds like

the bells of St. Patrick!

Shure it's the luckiest

boy in the world ya are.

Well I'll have to be going.

I nearly forgot. Please choose my

apple now, Mrs. McGillicuddy.

But would you mind keeping it for me

until I get back? -Sure.

Oh, there he goes oh, there he goes

All dressed up in his purty clothes

The way ain' near away'n it be

That's as tough as it's going to be

Hey, where'd ya get de ice wagon?

- I'd like to get by, please.

Give us a little ride, will ya, bub?

- I'm sorry, no.

Aw, scared I'd get it dirty?

- No, but I'd rather ride it myself.

[indistinct protesting]

Hey, English, when did ya get back from

dear old London? - I'm not English.

I'm American.

- Then where'd ya get that kinda gab?

My Father was English.

- Oh, does yer mudder know you're out?

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Frances Hodgson Burnett

Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett (24 November 1849 – 29 October 1924) was a British novelist and playwright. She is best known for the three children's novels Little Lord Fauntleroy (published in 1885–1886), A Little Princess (1905), and The Secret Garden (1911). Frances Eliza Hodgson was born in Cheetham, Manchester, England. After her father died in 1852, the family fell on straitened circumstances and in 1865 emigrated to the United States, settling in Jefferson City, Tennessee. There, Frances began writing to help earn money for the family, publishing stories in magazines from the age of 19. In 1870, her mother died, and in 1872 she married Swan Burnett, who became a medical doctor. The Burnetts lived for two years in Paris, where their two sons were born, before returning to the United States to live in Washington, D.C. Burnett then began to write novels, the first of which (That Lass o' Lowrie's), was published to good reviews. Little Lord Fauntleroy was published in 1886 and made her a popular writer of children's fiction, although her romantic adult novels written in the 1890s were also popular. She wrote and helped to produce stage versions of Little Lord Fauntleroy and A Little Princess. Burnett enjoyed socializing and lived a lavish lifestyle. Beginning in the 1880s, she began to travel to England frequently and in the 1890s bought a home there, where she wrote The Secret Garden. Her oldest son, Lionel, died of tuberculosis in 1890, which caused a relapse of the depression she had struggled with for much of her life. She divorced Swan Burnett in 1898, married Stephen Townsend in 1900, and divorced him in 1902. A few years later she settled in Nassau County, New York, where she died in 1924 and is buried in Roslyn Cemetery. In 1936 a memorial sculpture by Bessie Potter Vonnoh was erected in her honour in Central Park's Conservatory Garden. The statue depicts her two famous Secret Garden characters, Mary and Dickon. more…

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