"Those are yours—not mine," she said.
"I can't get them out. The key has stuck."
"When did you find that you could unlock my box?" Pattie's quietness had a mastery over Mrs. Cragg, subduing her vehemence, and this question received an answer.
"I found the other day that I'd got a key to fit."
"What day?"
"When the boxes first came. I found it out directly."
"And you read—did you read anything?"
"Not then—not that day, I mean." Mrs. Cragg wondered at herself for tamely answering these queries, yet she went on doing so.
"But another day you did?"
"One or two letters."