`` Will you let me go all over the house ? '' asked Anne eagerly . `` Laws , yes , you can if you like . ` Two n't take you long -- there ai n't much of it . I keep at my man to build a new kitchen , but he ai n't one of your hustlers . The parlor 's in there and there 's two rooms upstairs . Just prowl about yourselves . I 've got to see to the baby . The east room was the one you were born in . I remember your ma saying she loved to see the sunrise ; and I mind hearing that you was born just as the sun was rising and its light on your face was the first thing your ma saw . '' Anne went up the narrow stairs and into that little east room with a full heart . It was as a shrine to her . Here her mother had dreamed the exquisite , happy dreams of anticipated motherhood ; here that red sunrise light had fallen over them both in the sacred hour of birth ; here her mother had died . Anne looked about her reverently , her eyes with tears . It was for her one of the jeweled hours of life that gleam out radiantly forever in memory . `` Just to think of it -- mother was younger than I am now when I was born , '' she whispered . When Anne went downstairs the lady of the house met her in the hall . She held out a dusty little packet tied with faded blue ribbon . `` Here 's a bundle of old letters I found in that closet upstairs when I came here , '' she said . `` I dunno what they are -- I never bothered to look in 'em , but the address on the top one is ` Miss Bertha Willis , ' and that was your ma 's maiden name .
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