WHIT-
TINGTON
AND HIS
CAT

steps along the road to Finchley. But he had not
gone far before he heard the bells again calling
out—

‘Turn again, Whittington,
Thrice Lord Mayor of London.’

And somehow, he did not fancy the Finchley road,
so he turned back and he now took the road to
Enfield. But he had not taken many steps along
that way before again he heard Bow bells, and they
still sang in his ear—

‘Turn again, Whittington,
Thrice Lord Mayor of London.’

Then he laughed through his tears, and said to
himself, ‘Lord Mayor of London! Thatisa strange
notion; but after all, Mr. Fitzwarren was good
to me, and so was Mistress Alice, and perhaps I
can bear the ill-nature of the cook, if I have the
thought before me that I shall be Lord Mayor of
London and ride in a coach.’

So Dick walked back by the way he had come,
and got into his master’s house before the cook
came downstairs.

Now, the very first news which came to his ears that
morning when he got back to the house were
glad tidings.

Good news he quickly hears,
How that a richly laden ship,
Amid ten thousand cheers,
Had entered port from distant climes
Full freighted with their gold,
By traffic gained for English wares
In honest barter sold.

With shout and song the crew rejoiced—
Not less the folk on shore—
Told of adventures strange and rare
Among the blackamoor ;

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