She was dressed exactly like the other, with one exception; her bonnet was of white beaver, and she became it like a queen.
At the tinsmith's door they stopped, and the old man-servant, after unbuckling a strap which seemed to support them in their saddle, lifted each little miss in turn to the ground.

Once on the pavement, the little lady of the grey beaver shook herself out, and proceeded to straighten the disarranged overcoat of her companion, and then, taking her by the hand, the two clambered up the step into the shop.

The tinsmith's shop boasted of two seats, and on to one of these she of the grey beaver with some difficulty climbed.

The eyes of the other were fast filling with tears, when from her lofty perch the sister caught sight of the man-servant, who stood in the doorway, and she beckoned him with a wave of her tiny finger.
"Lift her up, if you please," she said, on his approach.

And the other child was placed on the other chair.
The shopman appeared to know them, and though he smiled, he said very respectfully, "What article can I show you this morning, ladies ?" The fairy-like creature in the white beaver, who had been fumbling in her miniature glove, now timidly laid a farthing on the counter, and then turning her back for very shyness on the shopman, raised one small shoulder, and inclining her head towards it, gave an appealing glance at her sister out of the pale-blue eyes.