The King was delighted to get rid so easily of such an intolerable plague, and the Queen desired that the animal who had done them such a service might be brought to her.  Upon which the captain called out, “Puss, puss, puss,” and she came running to him.  Then he presented her to the Queen, who was rather afraid at first to touch a creature who had made such a havoc with her claws.  However, when the captain called her, “Pussy, pussy,” and began to stroke her, the Queen also ventured to touch her and cried, “Putty, putty,” in imitation of the captain, for she hadn’t learned to speak English.  He then put her on to the Queen’s lap, where she purred and played with Her Majesty’s hand and was soon asleep.

The King having seen what Mrs. Puss could do, and learning that her kittens would soon stock the whole country, and keep it free from rats, after bargaining with the captain for the whole ship’s cargo, then gave him ten times as much for the cat as all the rest amounted to.

The captain then said farewell to the court of Barbary, and after a fair voyage reached London again with his precious load of gold and jewels safe and sound.

One morning early Mr. Fitzwarren had just come to his counting-house and settled himself at the desk to count the cash, when there came a knock at the door.  “Who’s there?” said he.  “A friend,” replied a voice.  “I come with good news of your ship the Unicorn.”  The merchant in haste opened the door, and who were there but the ship’s captain and the mate, bearing a chest of jewels and a bill of lading.  When he had looked this over he lifted his eyes and thanked heaven for sending him such a prosperous voyage.

The honest captain next told him all about the cat, and showed him the rich present the King had sent for her to poor Dick.  Rejoicing on behalf of Dick as much as he had done over his own good fortune, he called out to his servants to come and to bring up Dick: 

  “Go fetch him, and we’ll tell him of his fame;
   Pray call him Mr. Whittington by name.”

The servants, some of them, hesitated at this, and said so great a treasure was too much for a lad like Dick; but Mr. Fitzwarren now showed himself the good man that he was and refused to deprive him of the value of a single penny.  “God forbid!” he cried.  “It’s all his own, and he shall have it, to a farthing.”

He then sent for Dick, who at the moment was scouring pots for the cook and was black with dirt.  He tried to excuse himself from coming into the room in such a plight, but the merchant made him come, and had a chair set for him.  And he then began to think they must be making game of him, so he begged them not to play tricks on a poor simple boy, but to let him go downstairs again back to his work in the scullery.

“Indeed, Mr. Whittington,” said the merchant, “we are all quite in earnest with you, and I most heartily rejoice at the news that these gentlemen have brought.  For the captain has sold your cat to the King of Barbary, and brings you in return for her more riches than I possess in the whole world; and may you long enjoy them!”