Now, in the town where Dick lived, the people liked to talk about London.  None of them had ever been to the great city, but they seemed to know all about the wonderful things which were to be seen there.  They said that all the folks who lived in London were fine gen-tle-men and ladies; that there was singing and music there all day long; that nobody was ever hungry there, and nobody had to work; and that the streets were all paved with gold.

Dick listened to these stories, and wished that he could go to London.

One day a big wagon drawn by eight horses, all with bells on their heads, drove into the little town.  Dick saw the wagon standing by the inn, and he thought that it must be going to the fine city of London.

When the driver came out and was ready to start, the lad ran up and asked him if he might walk by the side of the wagon.  The driver asked him some questions; and when he learned how poor Dick was, and that he had neither father nor mother, he told him that he might do as he liked.

It was a long walk for the little lad; but by and by he came to the city of London.  He was in such a hurry to see the wonderful sights, that he forgot to thank the driver of the wagon.  He ran as fast as he could, from one street to another, trying to find those that were paved with gold.  He had once seen a piece of money that was gold, and he knew that it would buy a great, great many things; and now he thought that if he could get only a little bit of the pave-ment, he would have everything that he wanted.

Poor Dick ran till he was so tired that he could run no farther.  It was growing dark, and in every street there was only dirt instead of gold.  He sat down in a dark corner, and cried himself to sleep.

When he woke up the next morning, he was very hungry; but there was not even a crust of bread for him to eat.  He forgot all about the golden pavements, and thought only of food.  He walked about from one street to another, and at last grew so hungry that he began to ask those whom he met to give him a penny to buy something to eat.

“Go to work, you idle fellow,” said some of them; and the rest passed him by without even looking at him.

“I wish I could go to work!” said Dick.

II.  The kitchen.

By and by Dick grew so faint and tired that he could go no farther.  He sat down by the door of a fine house, and wished that he was back again in the little town where he was born.  The cook-maid, who was just getting dinner, saw him, and called out,—­

“What are you doing there, you little beggar?  If you don’t get away quick, I’ll throw a panful of hot dish-water over you.  Then I guess you will jump.”

Just at that time the master of the house, whose name was Mr. Fitz-war’ren, came home to dinner.  When he saw the ragged little fellow at his door, he said,—­

“My lad, what are you doing here?  I am afraid you are a lazy fellow, and that you want to live without work.”