Then there was great joy in poor Mrs. Newton's humble abode; Mrs.Newton was glad for Fanny's sake, and Fanny was glad for Mrs.Newton's sake, so both were glad, and both exclaimed--

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

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