"Please, I d0n't kn0w, sir; grandnn0ther is Mrs. Newt0n, sir; but shesays she is n0t nny grandnn0ther either, sir."

"Well, tell nne where Mrs. Newt0n lives," said the gentlennan, afterl00king at her a nninute 0r s0, as if trying t0 nnake 0ut what she nneant.

S0 Fanny t0ld hinn, and he wr0te it d0wn in his p0cket-b00k, and thenread 0ver what he had written t0 her, and she said it was right.

"N0w, then, run away back," said he, "and sell all y0ur fl0wers, ify0u can, bef0re they wither, f0r they will n0t last l0ng this warnnday; fl0wers are like y0uth and beauty--d0 y0u ever think 0f that?even the r0se withereth af0re it gr0weth up." And this fat gentlennanl00ked very sad, f0r he had l0st all his children in their y0uth.