I was under the window and I heard you telling my story to someone . Oh , Mother , when I knew that you had forgiven me , that you loved me still and had always kept my room for me , I made up my mind that I 'd show myself to you . '' The mother had got her child into a rocking-chair and removed the shabby hat and cloak . How ill and worn and faded Missy looked ! Yet her face was pure and fine , and there was in it something sweeter than had ever been there in her beautiful girlhood . `` I 'm terribly changed , am I not , Mother ? '' said Missy , with a faint smile . `` I 've had a hard life -- but an honest one , Mother . When I went away I was almost mad with the disgrace my wilfulness had brought on you and Father and myself . I went as far as I could get away from you , and I got work in a factory . I 've worked there ever since , just making enough to keep body and soul together . Oh , I 've starved for a word from you -- the sight of your face ! But I thought Father would spurn me from his door if I should ever dare to come back . '' `` Oh , Missy ! '' sobbed the mother . `` Your poor father is just like a child . He got a terrible hurt ten years ago , and never got over it . I do n't suppose he 'll even know you -- he 's clean forgot everything . But he forgave you before it happened . You poor child , you 're done right out .
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