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Tom
buried
his
head
among
his
pillows
,
murmuring
plaintively
--
"
Alack
,
it
was
no
dream
!
Go
to
thy
rest
,
sweet
sir
--
leave
me
to
my
sorrows
.
"
Tom
slept
again
,
and
after
a
time
he
had
this
pleasant
dream
.
He
thought
it
was
summer
,
and
he
was
playing
,
all
alone
,
in
the
fair
meadow
called
Goodman
's
Fields
,
when
a
dwarf
only
a
foot
high
,
with
long
red
whiskers
and
a
humped
back
,
appeared
to
him
suddenly
and
said
,
"
Dig
by
that
stump
.
"
He
did
so
,
and
found
twelve
bright
new
pennies
--
wonderful
riches
!
Yet
this
was
not
the
best
of
it
;
for
the
dwarf
said
--
"
I
know
thee
.
Thou
art
a
good
lad
,
and
a
deserving
;
thy
distresses
shall
end
,
for
the
day
of
thy
reward
is
come
.
Dig
here
every
seventh
day
,
and
thou
shalt
find
always
the
same
treasure
,
twelve
bright
new
pennies
.
Tell
none
--
keep
the
secret
.
"
Then
the
dwarf
vanished
,
and
Tom
flew
to
Offal
Court
with
his
prize
,
saying
to
himself
,
"
Every
night
will
I
give
my
father
a
penny
;
he
will
think
I
begged
it
,
it
will
glad
his
heart
,
and
I
shall
no
more
be
beaten
.
One
penny
every
week
the
good
priest
that
teacheth
me
shall
have
;
mother
,
Nan
,
and
Bet
the
other
four
.
We
be
done
with
hunger
and
rags
,
now
,
done
with
fears
and
frets
and
savage
usage
.
"
In
his
dream
he
reached
his
sordid
home
all
out
of
breath
,
but
with
eyes
dancing
with
grateful
enthusiasm
;
cast
four
of
his
pennies
into
his
mother
's
lap
and
cried
out
--
"
They
are
for
thee
!
--
all
of
them
,
every
one
!
--
for
thee
and
Nan
and
Bet
--
and
honestly
come
by
,
not
begged
nor
stolen
!
"
The
happy
and
astonished
mother
strained
him
to
her
breast
and
exclaimed
--
"
It
waxeth
late
--
may
it
please
your
Majesty
to
rise
?
"
