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HYLAND Aunt Maria to tell her about the little room— what had become of it, when had they built the closet, when had they bought the gilt-edged china? They went on washing dishes and drying them on the spotless towels with methodical exactness; and as they worked they said that there had never been any little room, so far as they knew; the china-closet had always been there, and the gilt-edged china had belonged to their mother, it had always been in the house. 'No, I don't remember that your mother ever asked about any little room,' said Hannah. 'She didn't seem very well that summer, but she never asked about any changes in the house; there hadn't ever been any changes.' There it was again: not a sign of interest, curiosity, or annoyance, not a spark of memory. She went out to Hiram. He was telling Mr. Grant about the farm. She had meant to ask him about the room, but her lips were sealed before her husband. Months afterwards, when time had lessened the sharpness of their feelings, they learned to speculate reasonably about the phenomenon, which Mr. Grant had accepted as something not to be scoffed away, not to be treated as a poor joke, but to be put aside as something inexplicable on any ordinary theory. Margaret alone in her heart knew that her mother's words carried a deeper significance than she had dreamed of at the time. 'One thing I am glad of, your father knows now,' and she wondered if Roger or she would ever know. Five years later they were going to Europe. The packing was