Walton's maid said, "The
last,--the cottage in the garden." So they stopped at such a pretty
cottage, with a little garden before and behind it. Mr. Walton had
known what it was to be poor, and so, when he grew rich, he had built
these neat houses, for those who had been rich and become poor. They
were intended chiefly for the widows of men of business, whose
character had been good, but who had died without being able to
provide for their families. He had made an exception in Mrs. Newton's
case, and gave her one of the best houses, because it had a pretty
garden, which he thought others might not care for so much.
They went inside, and there was such a neat kitchen, with tiles as
red as tiles could be; a little dresser, with all sorts of useful
things; a nice clock ticking opposite the fire-place, and a grate as
bright as blacklead could make it. And then there was such a pretty
little room at one side, with a rose tree against the window; and a
little shelf for books against the wall; and a round table, and some
chairs, and an easy couch. And there were two nice bedrooms overhead;
and, better than all these, was a pretty garden.
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