`` What a dear little room ! '' said Camilla , glancing around . `` It is so white and sweet . Oh , I know I am going to sleep well here , and dream sweet dreams . '' `` It was my daughter 's room , '' said Mrs. Falconer , sitting down on the chintz-covered seat by the open window . Camilla looked surprised . `` I did not know you had a daughter , '' she said . `` Yes -- I had just the one child , '' said Mrs. Falconer dreamily . For fifteen years she had never spoken of Missy to a living soul except her husband . But now she felt a sudden impulse to tell Camilla about her , and about the room . `` Her name was Isabella , after her father 's mother , but we never called her anything but Missy . That was the little name she gave herself when she began to talk . Oh , I 've missed her so ! '' `` When did she die ? '' asked Camilla softly , sympathy shining , starlike , in her dark eyes . `` She -- she did n't die , '' said Mrs. Falconer . `` She went away . She was a pretty girl and gay and fond of fun -- but such a good girl . Oh , Missy was always a good girl ! Her father and I were so proud of her -- too proud , I suppose .
She had her little faults -- she was too fond XXXXX dress and gaiety , but then she was so young , and we indulged her .
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