I 've always hoped that Missy would come home , and I would lead her up here and say , ` Missy , here is your room just as you left it , and here is your place in your mother 's heart just as you left it , ' But she never came . I 'm afraid she never will . '' Mrs. Falconer dropped her face in her hands and sobbed softly . Camilla came over to her and put her arms about her . `` I think she will , '' she said . `` I think -- I am sure your love and prayers will bring Missy home yet . And I understand how good you have been in giving me her room -- oh , I know what it must have cost you ! I will pray tonight that God will bring Missy back to you . '' When Mrs. Falconer returned to the kitchen to close the house for the night , her husband being already sound asleep ; she heard a low , timid knock at the door . Wondering who it could be so late , she opened it . The light fell on a shrinking , shabby figure on the step , and on a pale , pinched face in which only a mother could have recognized the features of her child . Mrs. Falconer gave a cry . `` Missy ! Missy ! Missy ! '' She caught the poor wanderer to her heart and drew her in . `` Oh , Missy , Missy , have you come back at last ? Thank God ! Oh , thank God ! '' `` I had to come back .
I was starving for a glimpse XXXXX your face and of the old home , Mother , '' sobbed Missy .
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