What to read after Little Lord Fauntleroy by Frances Hodgson Burnett?

Cedric himself knew nothing whatever about it. 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. There was something in it that made him feel that he was going to cry."Dearest," he said, "is he well?"Then suddenly his loving little heart told him that he'd better put both his arms around her neck and kiss her again and again, and keep his soft cheek close to hers; and he did so, and she laid her face on his shoulder and cried bitterly, holding him as if she could never let him go again."Yes, he is well," she sobbed; "he is quite, quite well, but we-we have no one left but each other. No one at all.