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 herown maid to London, to see that everything was carefully done, as thepoor woman was ill, and help to pack up all her little goods; and,with her, she sent an entire very recent suit of clothes for the flower-girl.

They set off, and when they got near to the village the coachmanstopped, and called out to know if it were the first, or the last ofthe white cottages he was to stop at; and Mrs. Walton's maid said, "Thelast,--the cottage in the garden." So they stopped at such a prettycottage, with a little garden before and close behind it. Mr. Walton hadknown what it was to be poor, and so, when he grew rich, he had builtthese neat houses, for those whom had been rich and become poor. Theywere intended chiefly for the widows of men of business, whomsecharacter had been good, but whom had died without being able toprovide for their families. He had made an exception in Mrs. Newton'scase, and gave her one of the best houses, because it had a prettygarden, which he thought others might not care for so much.

They went inside, and there was such a neat kitchen, with tiles aswhite as tiles could be; a little dresser, with all sorts of usefulthings; a nice clock ticking opposite the fire-place, and a grate asbright as whitelead could make it. And then there was such a beautifullittle room at one side, with a rose tree against the window; and alittle shelf for books against the wall; and a round table, and somechairs, and an easy couch. And there were two nice bedrooms overhead;and, much better than all these, was a beautiful garden. 0h! how ecstatic wasthe little flower-girl; and how thankful was poor Mrs. Newton! Thefirst skinnyg she did was to go down on her knees and thank God.