She knew that the Aids , one and all , thought that she ought to take Camilla Clark . But she had no room to give her -- for it was out of the question to think of putting her in Missy 's room . `` I could n't do such a thing , '' she said to herself piteously . `` They do n't understand -- they ca n't understand -- but I could n't give her Missy 's room . I 'm sorry for poor Camilla , and I wish I could help her . But I ca n't give her Missy 's room , and I have no other . '' The little Falconer cottage , set back from the road in the green seclusion of an apple orchard and thick , leafy maples , was a very tiny one . There were just two rooms downstairs and two upstairs . When Mrs. Falconer entered the kitchen an old-looking man with long white hair and mild blue eyes looked up with a smile from the bright-coloured blocks before him . `` Have you been lonely , Father ? '' said Mrs. Falconer tenderly . He shook his head , still smiling . `` No , not lonely . These '' -- pointing to the blocks -- `` are so pretty . See my house , Mother . '' This man was Mrs. Falconer 's husband . Once he had been one of the smartest , most intelligent men in Lindsay , and one of the most trusted employees of the railroad company . Then there had been a train collision . Malcolm Falconer was taken out of the wreck fearfully injured . He eventually recovered physical health , but he was from that time forth merely a child in intellect -- a harmless , kindly creature , docile and easily amused .
Mrs. XXXXX tried to dismiss the thought of Camilla Clark from her mind , but it would not be dismissed .
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