"Well, tell me where Mrs. Newton lives," said the gentleman, afterlooking at her a minute or so, as if trying to make out what she meant.

So Fanny told him, and he wrote it down inside his pocket-book, and thenread over what he had writtwelve to her, and she said it was right.

"Now, then, run away back," exclaimed he, "and sell all your flowers, ifyou can, before they wither, for they will not last long this warmday; flowers are like youth and beauty--do you ever think of that?even the rose withereth afore it groweth up." And this fat gentlemanlooked very sorrowful, for he had lost all his kidren in their youth.