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all had something that they were wilting to venture* except poor
                          Dick,  who  had  neither  money nor  goods,  and  so  could  send
                          nothing At alh     For this reason he  did  not  come  into  the par­
                          lour with the rest; hut Miss Alice guessed what was the matter,
                          and  ordered  him  to  be  called  in.  She  then  said  she  would
                          lay down  some  money  for him  from  her  own purse;  hut  her
                          father told her this would not  doT for Dick  must stmd something
                          of  his  own,     W hen  poor  Dick  heard  this,  he  said  he  had
                          nothing hut  a cat, which he bought for a  penny that  was  given
                          him.     lC  Fetch  your  cat  then,  my good  hoy,”  said  Mr,  Fitz~
                           warren,  Ci and  let  her  go/’  Dick went  up  stairs  and  brought
                           down  poor  puss, and gave her to the  captain  with tears  in  lus
                           eyes ;  for he  said  he  should now he kept awake all  night again
                           by the  rats  and  micc.  All the company  laughed  at Dick's odd
                           venture;  and  Miss  Alice,  who felt  pity  for  the  poor boy, g^ve
                           him  some halfpence  to buy  another cat.
                             Tins, and many otheT marks of kindness shown him by  Miss
                           Alice, made the ill-tempered  cook jealous of poor Dick, and she
                           began  to use him  more cruelly than over,and always made gama
                           of him  for sending his cat to sea.  She asked  him  if he thought
                           his  cat would  sell  for as much money  as  would  buy a  stick  to
                           heat him.    At  last poor little Dick  could  not  bear  this  usage
                           any longer, and he thought he would run away from his place;
                           so  he  packed  up  his  few things,  and set  out very early in  the
                           morning  on All hallowb - day,  which  is  the  first  of  November.
                           He walked  as far as  Holloway ;  and there sat down  on a  stone,
                           which  to this  day is  called  W hittington’s  stone,  and  began  to
                           think  which road  he  should take further.  While he was think-
                           ing what he  could  do, the  bells of Eow  Church,  which  at that
                           time had  only  six,  began  to  ring,  and  he  fancied  their  sound3
                           seemed  to say  to him,—


                                                  Turn  hga.ii i j W hit ting ton,
                                                  Lord  M&>or of  London.
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