`` 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 . You 're too weak to be travelling . But never mind , you 're home now , and I 'll soon nurse you up . I 'll put on the kettle and get you a good cup of tea first thing . And you 're not to do any more talking till the morning . But , oh , Missy , I ca n't take you to your own room after all . Camilla Clark has it , and she 'll be asleep by now ; we must n't disturb her , for she 's been real sick . I 'll fix up a bed for you on the sofa , though . Missy , Missy , let us kneel down here and thank God for His mercy ! '' Late that night , when Missy had fallen asleep in her improvised bed , the wakeful mother crept in to gloat over her . `` Just to think , '' she whispered , `` if I had n't taken Camilla Clark in , Missy would n't have heard me telling about the room , and she 'd have gone away again and never have known . Oh , I do n't deserve such a blessing when I was so unwilling to take Camilla ! But I know one thing : this is going to be Camilla 's home . There 'll be no leaving it even when she does get well .
She shall be my daughter , and I 'll love her next XXXXX Missy . ''
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