36 WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT.

I could never find out how little Dick
contrived to get meat and drink on the
road; nor how he could walk so far,
for it was a long way; nor what he did
at night for a place to lie down to sleep
in. Perhaps some good-natured people
in the towns that he passed through,
when they saw he was a poor little
ragged boy, gave him something to eat ;
and perhaps the waggoner let him get
into the waggon at night, and take a
nap upon one of the boxes or large
parcels in the waggon.

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 waggoner ; but ran off as fast
as his legs would 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