She was asleep and I was sitting by her . In her sleep she pulled it out and said something about a letter and Papa . I wanted to see Papa 's face , for I never did , because the big picture of him is gone from the gallery where the others are , so I peeped into the case when she let it drop and was so disappointed to find nothing but a key . '' `` A key ! What sort of a key ? '' cried Paul in an eager tone . `` Oh , a little silver one like the key of my piano , or the black cabinet . She woke and was very angry to find me meddling . '' `` What did it belong to ? '' asked Paul . `` Her treasure box , she said , but I do n't know where or what that is , and I dare not ask any more , for she forbade my speaking to her about it . Poor Mamma ! I 'm always troubling her in some way or other . '' With a penitent sigh , Lillian tied up her flowers and handed them to Paul to carry . As she did so , the change in his face struck her . `` How grim and old you look , '' she exclaimed . `` Have I said anything that troubles you ? '' `` No , Miss Lillian . I 'm only thinking . '' `` Then I wish you would n't think , for you get a great wrinkle in your forehead , your eyes grow almost black , and your mouth looks fierce .
You are a very odd person , XXXXX ; one minute as gay as any boy , and the next as grave and stern as a man with a deal of work to do . ''
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