I saw them again two days later.

They had been out as usual, and some trifling mischance having happened to the Spanish saddle, they called at Mr.Buckle's door for repairs.

I was in the shop, and could see the two little maidens as they sat hanging over their strap, with a doll dressed very much like themselves between them.

I crept nearer to the door, where the quick grey eyes of the younger one caught sight of me, and I heard her say in her peculiarly trenchant tones-- "Why, there's that Boy again!" I slipped a little to one side, and took up a tool and a bit of leather with a pretence of working, hoping to be out of sight, and yet to be able to look at the little white-beavered fairy, for whom my fancy was in no way abated.

But her keen-eyed sister saw me still, and her next remark rang out with uncompromising distinctness-- "He's in the shop still.