38 WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT.

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don’t you go to work, my lad?” said he
to Dick. ‘“ That I would, but I do not
know how to get any,” answered Dick.
«If you are willing, come along with
me,” said the gentleman, and took him
to a hay-field, where Dick worked
briskly, and lived merrily till the hay
was made.

After this he found himself as badly
off as before; and being almost starved
again, he laid himself down at the door
of Mr Fitzwarren, a rich merchant.
Here he was soon seen by the cook-
maid, who was an ill-tempered creature,
and happened just then to be very busy
dressing dinner for her master and mis-
tress; so she called out to poor Dick:
«What business have you there, you