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of tears, and was not to be comforted till Dick begged of her to accept part of his treasure — enough to set her up with a cook of her own to browbeat for the rest of her days.
And then Mr. Fitzwarren advised Dick to send for the proper tradesmen and get himself dressed like a gentleman, and told him he was welcome to live in his house till he could buy himself a better one.
for each other, and proposed to join them in marriage, and to this they both joyfully agreed. A day for the wedding was soon set, and they were led to church by the Lord Mayor, the court of aldermen, the sheriffs and a great number of the richest merchants in London.
History tells us that Mr. "Whittington and his lady lived in great splendor and were very happy. They
THE SAILORS COME TO TELL DICK OF HIS GOOD FORTUNE
So each part of the day brought forth a new wonder : with the washing and scenting of Dick's face, his dressing in a neat suit of clothes, and the curling of his hair by a barber. And as for Alice, who had stood by him with her heart full of pity, this finelooking boy quite drove it out of her; so she, having her heart empty, fell in love with him, and straightway filled her heart full of him again.
Mr. Fitzwarren soon saw their love
had several children ; and* it is said that no man would marry the cook, for all her money. Dick was sheriff of London, also Mayor, and received the honor of knighthood by Henry V.
And for proof of this story, the figure of Sir Richard Whittington, with his cat in his arms, carved in stone, was to be seen, till the year 1780, over the archway of the old prison of Newgate, which, curiously, stood in the middle of the street.
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