Fanny, the Flower-Girl | Page 4

the present she did not want
payment, that it would be a pleasure to her to have the baby; and it
would be time enough to talk about payment when the father was able
to claim it, and take it to a home.
So the next day they buried the poor young woman, and soon after the
young man went away and sailed off to America, and from that day to
this Mrs. Newton had never heard anything of him.
As she had said, that poor little motherless babe lay in her bosom, and
was unto her as a daughter; she loved it; she loved it when it was a
helpless little thing, weak and sickly; she loved it when it grew a pretty
lively baby, and would set its little feet on her knees, and crow and
caper before her face; she loved it when it began to play around her as
she sat at work, to lisp out the word "Ganny," for she taught it to call
her grandmother; she loved it when it would follow her into her nice
garden, and pick a flower and carry it to her, as she sat in the little arbor;
and she, holding the flower, would talk to it of God who made the
flower, and made the bee that drew honey from the flower, and made
the sun that caused the flower to grow, and the light that gave the
flower its colors, and the rain that watered it, and the earth that
nourished it. And she loved that child when it came back from the
infant school, and climbed up on her lap, or stood with its hands behind
its back, to repeat some pretty verses about flowers, or about the God
who made them. That child was Fanny, the flower-girl; and ah! how
little did good Mrs. Newton think she would be selling flowers in the
streets to help to support her.

But it came to pass, that when Fanny was nearly six years old, Mrs.
Newton's husband fell very ill; it was a very bad, and very expensive
illness, for poor Mrs. Newton was so uneasy, she would sometimes
have two doctors to see him; but all would not do; he died: and Mrs.
Newton was left very poorly off.
In a short time she found she could not keep on her pretty cottage; she
was obliged to leave it; and the church where she had gone every
Sunday for so many years; and the church-yard where her husband was
buried, and little Fanny's mother; and the infant school where Fanny
learned so much; and the dear little garden, and the flowers that were
Fanny's teachers and favorites. Oh! how sorry was poor Mrs. Newton.
But even a little child can give comfort; and so little Fanny, perhaps
without thinking to do so, did; for when Mrs. Newton for the last time
sat out in her garden, and saw the setting sun go down, and told Fanny
she was going to leave that pretty garden, where she had from infancy
been taught to know God's works, the child looked very sad and
thoughtful indeed, for some time; but afterwards coming up to her,
said,
"But, grandmother, we shall not leave God, shall we? for you say God
is everywhere, and He will be in London too."
And oh! how that thought consoled poor Mrs. Newton; she did not
leave God,--God did not leave her.
So she left the abode of her younger years--the scene of her widowhood;
and she went away to hire a poor lodging in the outlets of London; but
her God was with her, and the child she had nursed in her prosperity
was her comfort in adversity.
Matters, however, went no better when she lived with little Fanny in a
poor lodging. She had only one friend in London, and she lived at a
distance from her. Mrs. Newton fell ill; there was no one to nurse her
but Fanny; she could no longer pay for her schooling, and sometimes
she was not able to teach her herself.
All this seemed very hard, and very trying; and one would have been
tempted to think that God was no longer with poor Mrs. Newton; that
when she had left her cottage she had left the God who had been so
good to her.
But this would have been a great mistake. God was with Mrs. Newton;
He saw fit to try and afflict her; but He gave her strength and patience

to bear her trials and afflictions.
One afternoon her friend came to pay her a visit: she was going out a
little way into the country to see a relation who had a very fine
nursery-garden, and she begged Mrs. Newton to let little Fanny