Camilla Clark came that afternoon . `` Oh , it is lovely here , '' she said gratefully , looking out into the rustling shade of the maples . `` I 'm sure I shall soon get well here . Mrs. Barry was so kind to me -- I shall never forget her kindness -- but the house is so close to the factory , and there was such a whirring of wheels all the time , it seemed to get into my head and make me wild with nervousness . I 'm so weak that sounds like that worry me . But it is so still and green and peaceful here . It just rests me . '' When bedtime came , Mrs. Falconer took Camilla up to Missy 's room . It was not as hard as she had expected it to be after all . The wrench was over with the putting away of Missy 's things , and it did not hurt the mother to see the frail , girlish Camilla in her daughter 's place . `` What a dear little room ! '' said Camilla , glancing around . `` It is so white and sweet . Oh , I know I am going to sleep well here , and dream sweet dreams . '' `` It was my daughter 's room , '' said Mrs. Falconer , sitting down on the chintz-covered seat by the open window . Camilla looked surprised . `` I did not know you had a daughter , '' she said . `` Yes -- I had just the one child , '' said Mrs. Falconer dreamily . For fifteen years she had never spoken of Missy to a living soul except her husband . But now she felt a sudden impulse to tell Camilla about her , and about the room .
`` Her name was Isabella , XXXXX her father 's mother , but we never called her anything but Missy .
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