She was very lonely , and the winter after Grandmother 's death she sent me an invitation to make her a long visit . When I revisited the garret and saw the old blue chest in the same dusty corner , my childish curiosity revived and I begged Aunt Winnifred to tell me its history . `` I am glad you have reminded me of it , '' said Mrs. DeLisle . `` I have intended to open the chest ever since Mother 's death but I kept putting it off . You know , Amy , poor Eliza Laurance died five years ago , but even then Mother would not have the chest opened . There is no reason why it should not be examined now . If you like , we will go and open it at once and afterwards I will tell you the story . '' We went eagerly up the garret stairs . 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 . ''
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