We took a saw and several nails,
And water in the nursery pails;
And Tom said, "Let us also take
An apple and a slice of cake,"--
Which was enough for Tom and me
To go a-sailing on, till tea.
We sailed along for days and days,
And had the very best of plays;
But Tom fell out and hurt his knee,
So there was no one left but me.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
[Illustration]
DICK WHITTINGTON--I
Dick Whittington was a poor little boy who lived in the country.
His father and mother were both dead.
Poor little Dick was always willing to work, but sometimes there was no
work for him to do, so he often had nothing to eat.
Now Dick was a bright boy.
He kept both ears open to hear what was said around him.
He had heard many times about the great city of London.
Men said that in this great city the people were rich.
Dick had even heard that the streets were paved with gold.
"How I should like to visit that great city," thought Dick, "for I could
pick up gold from the streets!"
Dick had earned a little money, so one day he set out to walk to London.
He walked and walked and walked, but London was a long way from his
home.
At last a man with a wagon came along. He was a kind man, and he gave
Dick a ride.
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