Why, we have turned you into a brownie again, Huldah! Are you pleased with your purchase ?" "Oh yes, miss! I think it is lovely, I like it better than any!" gasped Huldah, excitedly.

She could scarcely believe yet that she was not in a dream, or that it could really be she, Huldah Bate, to whom all this was happening.
The young attendant stooped to unbutton the cloak, to take it away and wrap it in a parcel, but Miss Carew stopped her.

"I think she may as well wear it home," she said.

"It is cold, and it will be the easiest way of carrying it." "Yes, madam.

I will give you the bill." When the stranger's back was turned, Huldah found her tongue.
"Oh, Miss Rose, isn't it lovely! It's so warm, I can feel it already, and--and oh, I can't believe it is mine!" "I am glad you like it, dear.