Constance let herself be put into a cushiony chair and fussed over with an unaccustomed sense of pleasure . The rain was coming down in torrents , and she certainly was domiciled at Heartsease Farm for the night . Somehow , she felt glad of it . Mrs. Hewitt was right in calling Aunt Flora sweet , and Uncle Charles was a big , jolly , ruddy-faced old man with a hearty manner . He shook Constance 's hand until it ached , threw more pine knots in the fire and told her he wished it would rain every night if it rained down a nice little girl like her . She found herself strangely attracted to the old couple . The name of their farm was in perfect keeping with their atmosphere . Constance 's frozen soul expanded in it . She chatted merrily and girlishly , feeling as if she had known them all her life . When bedtime came , Aunt Flora took her upstairs to a little gable room . `` My spare room is all in disorder just now , dearie , we have been painting its floor . So I 'm going to put you here in Jeannie 's room . Someway you remind me of her , and you are just about the age she was when she left us . If it was n't for that , I do n't think I could put you in her room , not even if every other floor in the house were being painted . It is so sacred to me . I keep it just as she left it , not a thing is changed . Good night dearie , and I hope you 'll have pleasant dreams . '' When Constance found herself alone in the room , she looked about her with curiosity . It was a very dainty , old-fashioned little room . The floor was covered with braided mats ; the two square , small-paned windows were draped with snowy muslin .
In one corner was a little white bed XXXXX white curtains and daintily ruffled pillows , and in the other a dressing table with a gilt-framed mirror and the various knick-knacks of a girlish toilet .
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