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DICK WHITINGTON AND HIS CAT
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the doorstep of Mr. Fitzwarren, a rich merchant. Here he was seen by the bad-tempered cook-maid, who was very busy over her master's dinner; so she called out to him : ' ' What business have you here, you lazy rogue? There is nothing else but beggars — beggars the day long. Take yourself off, or I will give you a sousing of scalding dish-water. ' '
chant helped him into the house and down the stairs, to the cook's big, beamed kitchen.
' • Here is a scullion for you, cook, ' ' said the merchant, "who says that he is willing to work. Give him a good dinner and let him help you with the dirty work."
So, shortly, Dick drew up a chair to the scraps of Mr. Fitzwarren 's
HE SEIZED A HUGE PADDLE OF FRESH-MIXED BREAD
Just at that time Mr. Fitzwarren himself came home to dinner and saw the dirty, ragged boy sitting on his doorstep.
"Why are you there, boy?" he asked. "You seem big enough to work. I am afraid you are a lazy good-for-nothing. ' '
"No, indeed, sir," spoke up Dick; "that is not the case, for I would work with all my heart, but I do not know anybody, and I think I am very sick for the want of food. ' '
Dick tried to get up, and would have fallen flat, had not the kind mer
dinner, and the bad-tempered cook even waited upon him.
After that, seeing that he was stronger, she kept him busy till candlelight, giving him all the cleaning and scouring and endless jobs to do, and sitting with her own large^ feet against the hob of the fire.
But little Dick would have been happy in this good family in spite of the short-tempered cook and the easy life she now led at his expense. Sometimes she forgot to feed him, it is true, and little, laughing Alice, the merchant's daughter, brought the, wreck