`` The baby belongs to me , '' cried Mrs. Wheeler passionately . `` Jane wrote to me about her . Jane meant that I should have her . I 've come for her . '' `` You 'll go back without her then , '' said Miss Rosetta , serene in the possession that is nine points of the law . `` The child is mine , and she is going to stay mine . You can make up your mind to that , Charlotte Wheeler . A woman who eloped to get married is n't fit to be trusted with a baby , anyhow . Jacob Wheeler -- '' But Mrs. Wheeler had rushed past into the house . Miss Rosetta composedly stepped into the cab and drove to the station . She fairly bridled with triumph ; and underneath the triumph ran a queer undercurrent of satisfaction over the fact that Charlotte had spoken to her at last . Miss Rosetta would not look at this satisfaction , or give it a name , but it was there . Miss Rosetta arrived safely back in Avonlea with Camilla Jane and within ten hours everybody in the settlement knew the whole story , and every woman who could stand on her feet had been up to the Ellis cottage to see the baby . Mrs. Wheeler arrived home twenty-four hours later , and silently betook herself to her farm . When her Avonlea neighbors sympathized with her in her disappointment , she said nothing , but looked all the more darkly determined . Also , a week later , Mr. William J. Blair , the Carmody storekeeper , had an odd tale to tell . Mrs. Wheeler had come to the store and bought a lot of fine flannel and muslin and valenciennes . Now , what in the name of time , did Mrs. Wheeler want with such stuff ? Mr. William J. Blair could n't make head or tail of it , and it worried him . Mr. Blair was so accustomed to know what everybody bought anything for that such a mystery quite upset him .
Miss Rosetta had exulted in the possession of little Camilla Jane XXXXX a month , and had been so happy that she had almost given up inveighing against Charlotte .
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