WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT. 47

began to think to himself which road
he should take as he went onwards.

While he was thinking what he should
do, the Bells of Bow Church, which at
that time had only six, began to ring,
and he fancied their sound seemed to say
to him :

“Turn again, Whittington,
Lord Mayor of London.”

“‘Lord Mayor of London!” said he to
himself. ‘‘Why, to be sure, I would
put up with almost anything now, to be
Lord Mayor of London, and ride in a
fine coach, when I grow to be a man!
Well, I will go back, and think nothing
of the cuffing and scolding of the old
cook, if I am to be Lord Mayor of
London at last.”

Dick went back, and was lucky enough
to get into the house, and set about his
work, before the old cook came down-
stairs.

The ship, with the cat on board, was a
long time at sea; and was at last driven
by the winds on a part of the coast of
Barbary, where the only people were the