`` Let us put all these things back in their grave , Amy , '' she said . `` They are of no use to anyone now . The linen might be bleached and used , I dare say -- but it would seem like a sacrilege . It was Mother 's wedding present to Eliza . And the pearls -- would you care to have them , Amy ? '' `` Oh , no , no , '' I said with a little shiver . `` I would never wear them , Aunt Winnifred . I should feel like a ghost if I did . Put everything back just as we found it -- only her portrait . I would like to keep that . '' Reverently we put gowns and letters and trinkets back into the old blue chest . Aunt Winnifred closed the lid and turned the key softly . She bowed her head over it for a minute and then we went together in silence down the shadowy garret stairs of Wyther Grange . The Osbornes ' Christmas Cousin Myra had come to spend Christmas at `` The Firs , '' and all the junior Osbornes were ready to stand on their heads with delight . Darby -- whose real name was Charles -- did it , because he was only eight , and at eight you have no dignity to keep up . The others , being older , could n't . But the fact of Christmas itself awoke no great enthusiasm in the hearts of the junior Osbornes . Frank voiced their opinion of it the day after Cousin Myra had arrived . He was sitting on the table with his hands in his pockets and a cynical sneer on his face . At least , Frank flattered himself that it was cynical .
He knew that Uncle Edgar was said XXXXX wear a cynical sneer , and Frank admired Uncle Edgar very much and imitated him in every possible way .
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