Jane Lavinia cried when she said good-by , but Aunt Rebecca did not cry . She shook hands and said stiffly , `` Write when you get to New York . You need n't let Mrs. Stephens work you to death either . '' Jane Lavinia went slowly over the bridge and up the lane . If only Aunt Rebecca had been a little sorry ! But the morning was perfect and the air clear as crystal , and she was going to New York , and fame and fortune were to be hers for the working . Jane Lavinia 's spirits rose and bubbled over in a little trill of song . Then she stopped in dismay . She had forgotten her watch -- her mother 's little gold watch ; she had left it on her dressing table . Jane Lavinia hurried down the lane and back to the house . In the open kitchen doorway she paused , standing on a mosaic of gold and shadow where the sunshine fell through the morning-glory vines . Nobody was in the kitchen , but Aunt Rebecca was in the little bedroom that opened off it , crying bitterly and talking aloud between her sobs , `` Oh , she 's gone and left me all alone -- my girl has gone ! Oh , what shall I do ? And she did n't care -- she was glad to go -- glad to get away . Well , it ai n't any wonder . I 've always been too cranky with her . But I loved her so much all the time , and I was so proud of her ! I liked her picture-making real well , even if I did complain of her wasting her time . Oh , I do n't know how I 'm ever going to keep on living now she 's gone ! '' Jane Lavinia listened with a face from which all the sparkle and excitement had gone .
Yet amid all the wreck and ruin XXXXX her tumbling castles in air , a glad little thrill made itself felt .
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