I dared ask no more , but I fancy she has it safe somewhere and if it 's ever needed she 'll bring it out . It was only some private matters , I fancy . '' `` And the stranger ? '' `` Oh , he vanished as oddly as he came , and has never been found . A strange story , lad . Keep silent , and let it rest . '' `` No fear of my tattling , '' and the boy smiled curiously to himself as he bent over the book , polishing the brassbound cover . `` 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 XXXXX invented a new amusement , smiling his inexplicable smile as he threw away the broken toys of wax .
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