Aunt knelt down before the old chest and selected a key from the bunch at her belt . `` Would it not be too provoking , Amy , if this key should not fit after all ? Well , I do not believe you would be any more disappointed than I. '' She turned the key and lifted the heavy lid . I bent forward eagerly . A layer of tissue paper revealed itself , with a fine tracing of sifted dust in its crinkles . `` Lift it up , child , '' said my aunt gently . `` There are no ghosts for you , at least , in this old chest . '' I lifted the paper up and saw that the chest was divided into two compartments . Lying on the top of one was a small , square , inlaid box . This Mrs. DeLisle took up and carried to the window . Lifting up the cover she laid it in my lap . `` There , Amy , look through it and let us see what old treasures have lain hidden there these forty years . '' The first thing I took out was a small square case covered with dark purple velvet . The tiny clasp was almost rusted away and yielded easily . I gave a little cry of admiration . Aunt Winnifred bent over my shoulder . `` That is Eliza 's portrait at the age of twenty , and that is Willis Starr 's . Was she not lovely , Amy ? '' Lovely indeed was the face looking out at me from its border of tarnished gilt . It was the face of a young girl , in shape a perfect oval , with delicate features and large dark-blue eyes .
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