When her despairing reference to Providence brought forth no results , she wished she dared ask Mrs. Falconer openly to take Camilla Clark , but somehow she did not dare . There were not many things that could daunt Miss Bailey , but Mrs. Falconer 's reserve and gentle aloofness always could . When Miss Bailey had gone on down the village street , Mrs. Falconer paused for a few moments at her gate , apparently lost in deep thought . She was perfectly well aware of all the hints that had been thrown out for her benefit that afternoon . 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 XXXXX Lindsay , and one of the most trusted employees of the railroad company .
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