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Dick and His Cat I 　　Once there was a boy called Dick. He was very poor: his father and mother were dead and he had no friends to help him. 　　One day he heard some men speaking: one man said, I shall go to London, for London is a very big city, and its streets are covered with gold. Everyone in London is very rich. 　　Then Dick said, I shall go to London and become rich. 　　Some days after that, Dick saw a cart at the side of the road. He said to the man who was on the cart, Where are you going to? The man said, I am going to London. Will you take me to London with you? asked Dick. The man said, I will. So Dick got on the cart, and went to London. 　　When Dick came to London he saw that the streets were not made of gold; they were made of stones like other streets. But there were very many houses. All along the sides of the streets there were houses, hundreds and hundreds of houses, houses on this side, houses on that side, hundreds of houses everywhere. Dick got down; and the man and the cart went away. 　　Dick stood in the street: he had no house to go to, no food to eat, and no friends. 　　Then snow began to fall. The snow fell more quickly. Soon there was snow over everything. The streets and the houses were covered with snow. Soon they were all white; they looked beautiful. But it was very cold. Poor Dick was covered with snow; he was so cold that he thought that he would die. 　　Night was coming on. There was a light in the window of a house. Dick went to it and stood near the door then he sat down on the stone. Just then the door opened and a servant looked out; she saw Dick sitting there. Go away, you good-for-nothing boy! she cried. What are you doing there? Dick was so cold that he could not even stand up. The servant became angry: Go away! she cried again. Then she got a pot of cold water and threw it over Dick. Poor Dick was too cold even to cry. 　　Now, that was the house of a very rich man, named Mr. Warren. Mr. Warren had one child, named Alice. Al