"She is very narrow, and thin for her height," remarked the girl,
apologetically, as one after the other the coats hung off Huldah's
shoulders like loose sacks. "I wonder if you wouldn't find a cloak
more satisfactory for her. Fit does not matter so much with a cloak.
Now this one is a very good one; it cost fifteen shillings at first,
but it is reduced very much, because it is a little out of fashion,
and slightly shop-worn," and she held up a warm brown cloak with big
bone buttons, and, oh! joy of joys in Huldah's eyes, a hood lined
with blue! "Hoods aren't being worn now," she went on; but Huldah
heard no more.

"Not worn! Out of fashion!" All her life Huldah had longed for a
cloak with a hood! In a rapture she felt the cloak being placed on
her shoulders, and saw the girl button the big horn buttons, and in a
tumult of shy delight she looked over herself, and then up at Miss
Carew.

"That fits her very well," said the girl, in a tone of relief.

Miss Rose read Huldah's eager face, and almost nervously enquired the
price. It would be such a blow if it should be beyond them.

"It is reduced to eight shillings, madam," said the girl, who was
almost as anxious to sell as they were to buy. "It is good cloth, a
real bargain."

"Then we must have it, mustn't we, brownie?" cried Miss Rose,
promptly. "It may not be as warm as a coat, but it certainly fits
her and suits her. Why, we have turned you into a brownie again,
Huldah! Are you pleased with your purchase?"