"Where are you going?" asked Dick.
"I'm going to London," said the man.
"You are very good to give me a ride. I am going there, too," said Dick.
It was dark when they reached London.
That night Dick slept in a barn with the horses.
The next morning he looked for the golden stones in the streets.
He looked and looked, but he could find only dust and dirt.
There were many, many people in London, and Dick thought that he could
soon find something to do.
He wandered around the streets, seeking for work.
He asked many people, but no one wanted the poor little country boy.
As Dick had no money for food, he soon became very, very hungry.
At last he grew so weak that he fell down before the door of a great
house.
Here the cook found him and began to beat him with a stick.
"Run away, you lazy boy!" she cried.
Poor Dick tried to rise, but he was so faint from want of food that he
could not stand.
Just then the owner of the house, Mr. Fitzwarren, came up. He took pity
on the poor boy and ordered the cook to give him some food.
Then he turned to Dick and said:
"If you wish to work, you may help the cook in the kitchen. You will
find a bed in the attic."
Dick thanked Mr. Fitzwarren again and again for his kindness.
The cook was very cross to Dick and whipped him almost every day.
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