450 WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT.

that he passed through, when they saw that he was a poor
little ragged boy, gave. him something to eat ; and perhaps the
wagoner allowed him to get into the wagon at night, and
take a nap.

Dick, however, got safe to London ; and was in such a hurry
to see the fine streets, paved all over with gold, that I am afraid
he did not even stay to thank the kind wagoner, but ran off as
fast as his legs could carry him through many of the streets,
thinking every moment to come to those that were paved with

 

gold; for Dick had seen a guinea three times in his own little
village, and remembered what a deal of money it brought in
change: so he thought he had nothing to do but to take up
some little bits of the pavement, and he would then have as
much money as he could wish for.

Poor Dick ran till he was tired, and had quite forgotten his
friend the wagoner; but at last, finding it grow dark, and that
every way he turned he saw nothing but dirt instead of gold,
he sat down ina dark corner, and cried himself to sleep. Little