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The streets were not paved with gold.
home with him.
unkind to him. He made Dick sleep in a garret. In the garret were many rats and mice. How would you like that? Dick had a penny. He got a big cat. It was a big black cat. Soon there were no rats and mice
in the garret. Now Dick could sleep in peace.
Not very long after this Mr. Fitzwarren
sent off a ship. He let every one in his house put
something to sell into the ship. Poor little Dick had only his cat. He did not know what to do. “Send your cat,” said Mr. Fitzwarren.
How Dick cried! But he sent the cat. The cook made fun of Dick for sending
a cat to sea. “I shall run away,” said Dick to himself. And run away he did! He left while the rest were asleep. He walked about a mile. Then he sat down on a stone. While he sat there he heard the bells
ringing. They seemed to say:
- Turn again, Whittington,
thrush queen rush teach pinch quack cloak board wheat indeed dream clothes
Again the bells rang:
“Turn again, Whittington,
Lord Mayor of London.”
"If I am to be Lord Mayor I can put
up with anything now.” He ran back to Mr. Fitzwarren. No one
had missed him.
Mr. Fitzwarren's ship landed in a strange
great rats rushed up.
the rats," said the king. You know the rest of the story. The cat
was sold to the king for much gold. Dick Whittington was now very rich. When he grew to be a man he was made
Lord Mayor of London. Here our stories end! Now read them