The cuffs were so big that the Maharajah's thin little brown fingers were almost lost in them.

The blue and yellow brocaded coat was buttoned up with emeralds, but the Maharajah shuffled along in a pair of old carpet slippers, which to Sonny Sahib were the most remarkable features of his attire.

So much occupied, indeed, was Sonny Sahib in looking at the Maharajah's slippers, that he quite forgot to make his salaam.

As for Tooni, she was lying flat at their Highnesses' feet, talking indistinctly into the marble floor.
The little Highness was much pleasanter to look at than his father.
He had large dark eyes and soft light-brown cheeks, and he was all dressed in pink satin, with a little jewelled cap, and his long black hair tied up in a hard knot at the back of his neck.

The little Highness looked at Sonny Sahib curiously, and then tugged at his father's sleeve.
'Let him come with me now, immediately,' said the little Maharajah; 'he has a face of gold.' The Maharajah sat down, not in his chair--he did not greatly like sitting in his chair--but on the carpet.
'Whence do you come ?' said he to Tooni.
'Protector of the poor, from Rubbulgurh.' 'Where your Highness sent to for us,' added Sonny Sahib.