came to the door to see the boy. He said, "This boy does not
look nice. His hair has not seen a comb all day; his face and feet are
full of dirt; and his coat is torn."

The man did not like such a mean boy to be at his door. But when he
saw the lad's thin, pale face, as he lay at his feet, he felt sad for
him.

Just then the boy woke up. He went to run off when he saw the man and
girl at the door, but they made him stay.

"Why did you lie down here?" the man said to the boy.

"I was weak and sick."

"Have you had no food to eat?"

"I have had no food all day."

Then the girl went in and got him a roll and a mug of milk. The boy
ate so fast and so much that they had to wait till he was done, to
talk to him more.

"Have you no pa nor ma?" said the man. A tear fell from the poor
boy's eye, as he said, "I have no pa, and my ma they took from me, and
I can not find her. She was sick a long time. I used to sit at her
side and lay my head on her knee. Once she said to me that my pa had
gone home to God, and that she must go too. Then she got too sick to
rise from her bed. One day they put me on the bed by her side. She
laid her hand on my head, and she said, "I pray Thee, O God, take
care of my poor boy."

"Then she shut her eyes and grew so pale, and her hand got so cold,
it made me cry. But she did not move, nor turn her eyes on me. They
took me off the bed and sent me out to play. But I sat down at the
door and wept for my ma.

"The next day I saw them lay her in a long box of wood and take her
off. I have run up and down all day to find her. Do you know what
they have done with my ma? Oh! tell me, if you can." Then the poor lad
wept so hard that the man and the girl felt sad for him.

"How old are you, my boy?" said the man.

"I was six last May."

"What is your name?"

"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."

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PART II.

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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