“I don’t b’lieve Uncle Walter’ll ever come back,” she thought.  “Papa said once that some elephant must have killed him.  If I only had a key—­” She stopped and clapped her little hands together gayly as she remembered a big basket of keys on the shelf in the linen closet.  They were of all sorts and sizes; perhaps one of them would unlock the mysterious chest!

She flew down the stairs, found the basket and returned with it to the attic.  Then she sat down before the brass-studded box and began trying one key after another in the curious old lock.  Some were too large, but most were too small.  One would go into the lock but would not turn; another stuck so fast that she feared for a time that she would never get it out again.  But at last, when the basket was almost empty, an oddly-shaped, ancient brass key slipped easily into the lock.  With a cry of joy Martha turned the key with both hands; then she heard a sharp “click,” and the next moment the heavy lid flew up of its own accord!

The little girl leaned over the edge of the chest an instant, and the sight that met her eyes caused her to start back in amazement.

Slowly and carefully a man unpacked himself from the chest, stepped out upon the floor, stretched his limbs and then took off his hat and bowed politely to the astonished child.

He was tall and thin and his face seemed badly tanned or sunburnt.

Then another man emerged from the chest, yawning and rubbing his eyes like a sleepy schoolboy.  He was of middle size and his skin seemed as badly tanned as that of the first.

While Martha stared open-mouthed at the remarkable sight a third man crawled from the chest.  He had the same complexion as his fellows, but was short and fat.

All three were dressed in a curious manner.  They wore short jackets of red velvet braided with gold, and knee breeches of sky-blue satin with silver buttons.  Over their stockings were laced wide ribbons of red and yellow and blue, while their hats had broad brims with high, peaked crowns, from which fluttered yards of bright-colored ribbons.

They had big gold rings in their ears and rows of knives and pistols in their belts.  Their eyes were black and glittering and they wore long, fierce mustaches, curling at the ends like a pig’s tail.

“My! but you were heavy,” exclaimed the fat one, when he had pulled down his velvet jacket and brushed the dust from his sky-blue breeches.  “And you squeezed me all out of shape.”

“It was unavoidable, Luigi,” responded the thin man, lightly; “the lid of the chest pressed me down upon you.  Yet I tender you my regrets.”

“As for me,” said the middle-sized man, carelessly rolling a cigarette and lighting it, “you must acknowledge I have been your nearest friend for years; so do not be disagreeable.”

“You mustn’t smoke in the attic,” said Martha, recovering herself at sight of the cigarette.  “You might set the house on fire.”