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take up some little bits of the pavement,
and should then have
as much money as he
could wish for.

Poor Dick ran till
he was tired, and had
quite forgot his friend
the waggoner ; but at
last, finding it grow
dark, and that every
way he turned he saw
nothing but dirt in-
stead of gold, he sat
down in a dark corner
and cried himself to sleep.

Little Dick was all night in the streets ,
and next morning, being very hungry, he
got up and walked about, and asked
everybody he met to give him a half
penny to keep him from starving ; but
nobody stayed to answer him, and only
two or three gave him a halfpenny ; so
that the poor boy was soon quite weak
and faint for the want of victuals.

At last a good-natured looking gentle-
man saw how hungry he looked. ‘ Why