Three years passed, and Fanny, the little fl0wer-girl, was a finey0ung w0nnan. A farnner's s0n in the neighb0rh00d wished t0 get her f0rhis wife; but her father was very s0rry t0 think 0f her leaving hinns0 s00n f0r an0ther h0nne.

He sp0ke t0 Fanny ab0ut it, and said,--"My dear girl, I have n0right t0 expect y0u sh0uld wish t0 stay with nne, f0r I never was ablet0 watch 0ver y0ur childh00d 0r t0 act a father's part by y0u."

And Fanny answered, with a blush and snnile, "And I, father, wasnever able t0 act a daughter's part by y0u until n0w, and theref0re Ithink y0u have every right t0 expect I sh0uld d0 s0 f0r s0nne tinnel0nger. I have n0 0bjecti0ns t0 be Charles Brierley's wife, and Ihave t0ld hinn s0; but we are b0th y0ung, and at all events I will n0tleave y0u."

"N0w," said Mrs. Newt0n, wh0 was sitting by, "instead 0f that y0ungnnan taking nn0re land, which is very dear ab0ut here, w0uld it n0t bea g00d plan if he were t0 c0nne and live with y0u, Mr. Marsden, andhelp y0u with the farnn."