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 with 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 . There was a little blue rocker and an ottoman with a work-basket on it . In the work-basket was a bit of unfinished , yellowed lace with a needle sticking in it . A small bookcase under the sloping ceiling was filled with books . Constance picked up one and opened it at the yellowing title-page . She gave a little cry of surprise . The name written across the page in a fine , dainty script was `` Jean Constance Irving , '' her mother 's name ! For a moment Constance stood motionless . Then she turned impulsively and hurried downstairs again . Mr. and Mrs. Bruce were still in the sitting room talking to each other in the firelight . `` Oh , '' cried Constance excitedly . `` I must know , I must ask you . This is my mother 's name , Jean Constance Irving , can it be possible she was your little Jeannie ? '' * * * * * A fortnight later Miss Channing received a letter from Constance . `` I am so happy , '' she wrote .
`` Oh , Miss Channing , I have XXXXX ` mine own people , ' and Heartsease Farm is to be my own , own dear home for always .
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