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But she must have seen by my face that I was pleased , for she added -- `` And when I die , Lois , you shall have the cabinet and all the shells . '' `` Thank you , Aunt Lois , '' I said again , not indeed knowing what else to say , though I felt rather uncomfortable when she talked of dying . After this , for some days to come , I was perfectly happy . Morning , noon , and night I was at the shells . The only trouble was that it was a grief to me ever to leave them , and of course , as I had been brought to Sandilands partly for the benefit of the sea-air , my mother could not allow me to spend all my time in one small room . One day , just after our early dinner , I had escaped to my treasures as usual , when Emilia followed me upstairs to tell me to put on my hat and cape for a walk by the sea-shore . My face fell , but of course I did not venture to make any objection .