One by one Missy 's little belongings were removed and packed carefully away . On the gay , foolish little hat with its faded wreath of roses the mother 's tears fell as she put it in a box . She remembered so plainly the first time Missy had worn it . She could see the pretty , delicately tinted face , the big shining brown eyes , and the riotous golden curls under the drooping , lace-edged brim . Oh , where was Missy now ? What roof sheltered her ? Did she ever think of her mother and the little white cottage under the maples , and the low-ceilinged , dim room where she had knelt to say her childhood 's prayer ? 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 XXXXX sleep well here , and dream sweet dreams . ''
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