It was so very , very probable . Before she could check herself Mrs. Falconer spoke . `` My dear , do n't cry ! I want you to come and stay with me until you get perfectly well . You wo n't be a speck of trouble , and I 'll be glad to have you for company . '' Mrs. Falconer 's Rubicon was crossed . She could not draw back now if she wanted to . But she was not at all sure that she did want to . By the time she reached home she was sure she did n't want to . And yet -- to give Missy 's room to Camilla ! It seemed a great sacrifice to Mrs. Falconer . She went up to it the next morning with firmly set lips to air and dust it . It was just the same as when Missy had left it long ago . Nothing had ever been moved or changed , but everything had always been kept beautifully neat and clean . Snow-white muslin curtains hung before the small square window . In one corner was a little white bed . Missy 's pictures hung on the walls ; Missy 's books and work-basket were lying on the square stand ; there was a bit of half-finished fancy work , yellow from age , lying in the basket . On a small bureau before the gilt-framed mirror were several little girlish knick-knacks and boxes whose contents had never been disturbed since Missy went away . One of Missy 's gay pink ribbons -- Missy had been so fond of pink ribbons -- hung over the top of the mirror . On a chair lay Missy 's hat , bright with ribbons and roses , just as Missy had laid it there on the night before she left her home .
Mrs. Falconer 's lips quivered as she looked about the room , and tears came XXXXX her eyes .
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