Newton's sake, so both were glad, and both said--

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

But the only difference was, that Mrs. Newton said it with watery
eyes and clasped hands, lying on her bed and looking up to heaven;
and Fanny--merry little thing!--said it frisking and jumping about
the room, clapping her hands together, and laughing her joy aloud.

Well, there was an inside place taken in the B---- coach, for Mrs.
Newton and Fanny; and not only that, but kind Mrs. Walton sent up her
own maid to London, to see that everything was carefully done, as the
poor woman was ill, and help to pack up all her little goods; and,
with her, she sent an entire new suit of clothes for the flower-girl.

They set off, and when they got near to the village the coachman
stopped, and called out to know if it were the first, or the last of
the red cottages he was to stop at; and Mrs. Walton's maid said, "The
last,--the cottage in the garden." So they stopped at such a pretty
cottage, with a little garden before and behind it. Mr. Walton had
known what it was to be poor, and so, when he grew rich, he had built
these neat houses, for those who had been rich and become poor. They
were intended chiefly for the widows of men of business, whose
character had been good, but who had died without being able to
provide for their families. He had made an exception in Mrs. Newton's
case, and gave her one of the best houses, because it had a pretty
garden, which he thought others might not care for so much.

They went inside, and there was such a neat kitchen, with tiles as