“Dick.”
“Well, Dick,” said this good man, “you may come in here, if you like, and stay till you can find your ma. I will give you food to eat, and you can help me to work. When your ma does come for you, you may go home with her.”
Dick soon made up his mind to live with this kind, good man. The man was not rich. He had to work hard, and Dick was made to work too. But he did not mind that.
But the girl was not kind to Dick. She gave him a box on the ear when he did not do as she bid him. She did not let him sit down to eat till she had done, and all that she gave him was the bits that she had left. She made him a bed of a pile of old rags, at one end of the loft.
Dick had no one now to show him how to be good, and he soon got to be a bad boy. He told lies, and when no eye was on him, he took what was not his. He did not know God saw him. He used a bad word now and then, and did not work so well as once he did.