`` What are you doing with that pretty white wax ? '' asked Lillian the next day , as she came upon Paul in a quiet corner of the garden and found him absorbed in some mysterious occupation . With a quick gesture he destroyed his work , and , banishing a momentary expression of annoyance , he answered in his accustomed tone as he began to work anew , `` I am molding a little deer for you , Miss Lillian . See , here is a rabbit already done , and I 'll soon have a stag also . '' `` It 's very pretty ! How many nice things you can do , and how kind you are to think of my liking something new . Was this wax what you went to get this morning when you rode away so early ? '' asked the child . `` Yes , Miss Lillian . I was ordered to exercise your pony and I made him useful as well . Would you like to try this ? It 's very easy . '' Lillian was charmed , and for several days wax modeling was her favorite play . Then she tired of it , and Paul invented a new amusement , smiling his inexplicable smile as he threw away the broken toys of wax . `` You are getting pale and thin , keeping such late hours , Paul . Go to bed , boy , go to bed , and get your sleep early , '' said Hester a week afterward , with a motherly air , as Paul passed her one morning . `` And how do you know I do n't go to bed ? '' he asked , wheeling about . `` My lady has been restless lately , and I sit up with her till she sleeps . As I go to my room , I see your lamp burning , and last night I got as far as your door , meaning to speak to you , but did n't , thinking you 'd take it amiss .
But really you are the worse for late XXXXX , child . ''
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