Jane Lavinia , feeling sore and bruised in spirit ; fled to her own room and cried herself to sleep . Her eyes were swollen the next morning , but she was not sulky . Jane Lavinia never sulked . She did her morning 's work faithfully , although there was no spring in her step . That afternoon , when she was out in the orchard trying to patch up her tattered dreams , Aunt Rebecca came down the blossomy avenue , a tall , gaunt figure , with an uncompromising face . `` You 'd better go down to the store and get ten yards of white cotton , Jane Lavinia , '' she said . `` If you 're going to New York , you 'll have to get a supply of underclothing made . '' Jane Lavinia opened her eyes . `` Oh , Aunt Rebecca , am I going ? '' `` You can go if you want to . I 'll give you all the money I can spare . It ai n't much , but perhaps it 'll be enough for a start . '' `` Oh , Aunt Rebecca , thank you ! '' exclaimed Jane Lavinia , crimson with conflicting feelings . `` But perhaps I ought n't to take it -- perhaps I ought n't to leave you alone -- '' If Aunt Rebecca had shown any regret at the thought of Jane Lavinia 's departure , Jane Lavinia would have foregone New York on the spot . But Aunt Rebecca only said coldly , `` I guess you need n't worry over that . I can get along well enough . '' And with that it was settled . Jane Lavinia lived in a whirl of delight for the next week . She felt few regrets at leaving Chestercote .
Aunt Rebecca would not miss her ; Jane Lavinia thought that Aunt Rebecca regarded her as a nuisance -- a foolish girl who wasted her time making pictures instead XXXXX doing something useful .
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