But God will not provide for the morrow, where people will do
nothing to provide for themselves; and so Fanny, the flower-girl,
knew, for surely God had blessed the labor of her childish hands.

Thus passed time away; and Fanny, under the instruction that she had
at church, at school, and at home, "grew in grace, and in the
knowledge and love of God, and of Jesus Christ our Lord."

Good Mrs. Newton was much better in health, and used to walk about
sometimes without any support but Fanny's arm, and so time went on
till Fanny came to be about fifteen; and then Mrs. Newton, who was
not always free from "doubt and sorrow," began to think what was to
become of her if she were to die.

So one day, when kind Mr. Walton, whom Fanny used once to call the
fat gentleman, came in to see her, Mrs. Newton told him that she was
beginning to feel anxious that Fanny should be put in a way of
earning her own bread, in case she should be taken from her.

Mr. Walton listened to her, and then he said,--

"You are very right and prudent, Mrs. Newton, but never mind that; I
have not forgotten my little flower-girl, and her race after me that
hot morning; if you were dead, I would take care of her; and if we
both were dead, Mrs. Walton would take care of her; and if Mrs.
Walton were dead, God would take care of her. I see you cannot yet
learn the little lines she is so fond of--

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