red as tiles could be; a little dresser, with all sorts of useful
things; a nice clock ticking opposite the fire-place, and a grate as
bright as blacklead could make it. And then there was such a pretty
little room at one side, with a rose tree against the window; and a
little shelf for books against the wall; and a round table, and some
chairs, and an easy couch. And there were two nice bedrooms overhead;
and, better than all these, was a pretty garden. Oh! how happy was
the little flower-girl; and how thankful was poor Mrs. Newton! The
first thing she did was to go down on her knees and thank God.

Then Fanny was to go to the school, for Mrs. Walton had her own
school, as well as the national school; but Fanny did not know enough
to go to it, so she was sent to the national school first, and
afterwards she went to the other, where about a dozen girls were
instructed in all things that would be useful to them through life--
whether they were to earn their bread at service, or to live in their
own homes as daughters, wives, or mothers.

But every morning, before she went out, she did everything for her
dear, good grandmother. She made her breakfast; she arranged her
room; and she gathered some fresh flowers in the garden, and put them
on the table in the little parlor. Oh! how happy was Fanny when she
looked back, and saw how nice everything looked, and then went out
singing to her school--

"Barns, nor hoarded store have we,
Yet we carol joyously;
Mortals flee from doubt and sorrow,
God provideth for the morrow."