spoiled little master has his own way, I think; it would be well for
you, and your grandmother too, if you could sell sixpenny worth of
flowers every day."

"Do you think I could, ma'am?" said Fanny, opening her hand and
looking at her sixpence, "this will buy something to do poor granny
good; do you think Mr. Simpson would give me a nosegay every day?"

"If you were to pay him for it, he would," said her friend; "suppose
you were to go every morning about five o'clock, as many others do,
and buy some flowers, and then sell them at the market; you might
earn something, and that would be better than being idle, when poor
Mrs. Newton is not able to do for herself and you."

So when Fanny got back, she gave her dear grandmother the sixpence.

"The Lord be praised!" said Mrs. Newton, "for I scarcely knew how I
was to get a loaf of bread for thee or myself to-morrow."

And then Fanny told her the plan she had formed about the flowers.

Mrs. Newton was very sorry to think her dear child should be obliged
to stand in a market place, or in the public streets, to offer
anything for sale; but she said, "Surely it is Providence has opened
this means of gaining a little bread, while I am laid here unable to
do anything; and shall I not trust that Providence with the care of
my darling child?"

So from this time forth little Fanny set off every morning before
five o'clock, to the nursery garden; and the nursery-man was very