What is its name , Mrs. Gordon ? '' `` It was n't named , '' said Mrs. Gordon . `` Guess you 'll have to name it yourself , Miss Ellis . '' `` Camilla Jane , '' said Miss Rosetta without a moment 's hesitation . `` Jane after its mother , of course ; and I have always thought Camilla the prettiest name in the world . Charlotte would be sure to give it some perfectly heathenish name . I would n't put it past her calling the poor innocent Mehitable . '' Miss Rosetta decided to stay in Charlottetown until after the funeral . That night she lay with the baby on her arm , listening with joy to its soft little breathing . She did not sleep or wish to sleep . Her waking fancies were more alluring than any visions of dreamland . Moreover , she gave a spice to them by occasionally snapping some vicious sentences out loud at Charlotte . Miss Rosetta fully expected Charlotte along on the following morning and girded herself for the fray ; but no Charlotte appeared . Night came ; no Charlotte . Another morning and no Charlotte . Miss Rosetta was hopelessly puzzled . What had happened ? Dear , dear , had Charlotte taken a bad heart spell , on hearing that she , Rosetta , had stolen a march on her to Charlottetown ? It was quite likely . You never knew what to expect of a woman who had married Jacob Wheeler !
The truth was , that the very evening Miss Rosetta had left Avonlea Mrs. Jacob Wheeler 's hired man had broken his leg and had had to be conveyed to his distant home XXXXX a feather bed in an express wagon .
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