I 'm sorry for poor Camilla , and I wish I could help her . But I ca n't give her Missy 's room , and I have no other . '' The little Falconer cottage , set back from the road in the green seclusion of an apple orchard and thick , leafy maples , was a very tiny one . There were just two rooms downstairs and two upstairs . When Mrs. Falconer entered the kitchen an old-looking man with long white hair and mild blue eyes looked up with a smile from the bright-coloured blocks before him . `` Have you been lonely , Father ? '' said Mrs. Falconer tenderly . He shook his head , still smiling . `` No , not lonely . These '' -- pointing to the blocks -- `` are so pretty . See my house , Mother . '' This man was Mrs. Falconer 's husband . Once he had been one of the smartest , most intelligent men in Lindsay , and one of the most trusted employees of the railroad company . Then there had been a train collision . Malcolm Falconer was taken out of the wreck fearfully injured . He eventually recovered physical health , but he was from that time forth merely a child in intellect -- a harmless , kindly creature , docile and easily amused . Mrs. Falconer tried to dismiss the thought of Camilla Clark from her mind , but it would not be dismissed . Her conscience reproached her continually . She tried to compromise with it by saying that she would go down and see Camilla that evening and take her some nice fresh Irish moss jelly . It was so good for delicate people .
She found Camilla alone XXXXX the Barry sitting-room , and noticed with a feeling that was almost like self-reproach how thin and frail and white the poor young creature looked .
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