`` Maybe I 've talked too much , '' conceded Miss Rosetta , `` but you ought to know me well enough to know I did n't mean a word of it . It was your never saying anything , no matter what I said , that riled me up so bad . Let bygones be bygones , and come home , Charlotte . '' `` I will , '' said Charlotte resolutely , wiping away her tears . `` I 'm sick of living here and putting up with hired men . I 'll be real glad to go home , Rosetta , and that 's the truth . I 've had a hard enough time . I s ` pose you 'll say I deserved it ; but I was fond of Jacob , and -- '' `` Of course , of course . Why should n't you be ? '' said Miss Rosetta briskly . `` I 'm sure Jacob Wheeler was a good enough soul , if he was a little slack-twisted . I 'd like to hear anybody say a word against him in my presence . Look at that blessed child , Charlotte . Is n't she the sweetest thing ? I 'm desperate glad you are coming back home , Charlotte . I 've never been able to put up a decent mess of mustard pickles since you went away , and you were always such a hand with them ! We 'll be real snug and cozy again -- you and me and little Camilla Barbara Jane . '' V . THE DREAM-CHILD A man 's heart -- aye , and a woman 's , too -- should be light in the spring . The spirit of resurrection is abroad , calling the life of the world out of its wintry grave , knocking with radiant fingers at the gates of its tomb .
It stirs in human hearts , and makes them glad XXXXX the old primal gladness they felt in childhood .
DREAM-CHILD Jane against at if in of that to with