34 WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT.

 

stones in the churchyard, before the
parson was come; and once a week you
might see little Dick leaning against the
sign-post of the village alehouse, where
people stopped to drink as they came
from the next market town; and when
the barber’s shop door was open, Dick
listened to all the news that his customers
told one another.

In this manner Dick heard a great many
very strange things about the great city
called London; for the foolish country
people at that time thought that folks
in London were all fine gentlemen and
ladies ; and that there was singing and