Newton knew they might yet be worse with her; but certainly, they
were very bad; and a few days after this, as Fanny was tying up her
flowers as usual, she lay on her bed thinking what she was to do, and
praying that God would direct her to some way of providing for the
poor child.

While she was thinking and praying, tears stole down her face; Fanny
saw them, and stopped her work, and looked sorrowfully at her--

"Now you are crying again, grandmother, she said," and that's what
makes me break the tenth commandment, for I can't help wishing the
gentleman had given me that half-sovereign. But I will say the verses
again to-day about the lilies and birds; for you know I said that
morning--

'Mortals fly from doubt and sorrow,
God provideth for the morrow,'

and when I came back with my three sixpences, you said God
_had_ provided for the morrow, for you had only two or three
pennies in the house when I went out."

"And how many pennies, pray, have you in the house to-day?" said a
rather gruff voice at the door.

Mrs. Newton and Fanny started; but there, standing at the door,
Fanny saw the fat gentleman who had given her the half-sovereign.

"So you have been wishing for my gold, you little rogue," he said,
looking as if he meant to frighten her. "Never mind," he added,