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 to her eyes . Oh , how could she put these things away and bring a stranger here -- here , where no one save herself had entered for fifteen years , here in this room , sacred to Missy 's memory , waiting for her return when she should be weary of wandering ? It almost seemed to the mother 's vague fancy , distorted by long , silent brooding , that her daughter 's innocent girlhood had been kept here for her and would be lost forever if the room were given to another . `` I suppose it 's dreadful foolishness , '' said Mrs. Falconer , wiping her eyes . `` I know it is , but I ca n't help it . It just goes to my heart to think of putting these things away . But I must do it . Camilla is coming here today , and this room must be got ready for her . Oh , Missy , my poor lost child , it 's for your sake I 'm doing this -- because you may be suffering somewhere as Camilla is now , and I 'd wish the same kindness to be shown to you . '' She opened the window and put fresh linen on the bed . 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 XXXXX she put it in a box .
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