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.