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DICK WHITINGTON AND HIS CAT
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boy, ' ' said the merchant, ' ' and let her make the trip."
Dick went upstairs and brought down his furry room-mate, with tears in his eyes, and gave her to the captain, for he said that he should miss her, and that the rats would know that she was gone.
And then all the company laughed again at Dick's odd venture, except little Alice, who went below and took
treatment no longer, and he thought he would run away from the place; so he stuffed his few things into an old napkin and started away before the sun was up on All-hallows Day, the first of November. He walked as far as Holloway, and there sat on a stone, which to this day is called Whittington's stone, and began to think which road he should take.
And while he was thinking thickly,
DICK WENT UPSTAIRS AND BROUGHT DOWN HIS FURRY ROOM-MATE
a petticoat full of dainties for Dick while the cook was dreaming of the gains that would come to her.
As Alice became kinder to Dick, the bad-tempered cook became jealous of him, making fun of his cat out-to-sea, and putting more and more of her work on Dick's hands. When she would wake up from her day-dreams by the fire, with the smell of burning food in her nose, she would beat poor Dick roundly with her broom, to satisfy herself that she was not the one at fault.
At last the boy could bear this
the six great bells of Bow Church began to ring, and, as their pealing call kept up, they seemed to say to him:
"Turn again, Whittington, Lord Mayor of London."
"Lord Mayor of London!" said Dick, jumping up. "Why, to be sure, I would put up with almost anything now to be Lord Mayor of London and ride in a gilt coach when I grow to be a man ! ' '
So Dick went back, and was lucky enough to get into the house and set