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 of her tumbling castles in air , a glad little thrill made itself felt . Aunt Rebecca was sorry -- Aunt Rebecca did love her after all ! Jane Lavinia turned and walked noiselessly away . As she went swiftly up the wild plum lane , some tears brimmed up in her eyes , but there was a smile on her lips and a song in her heart . After all , it was nicer to be loved than to be rich and admired and famous . When she reached Mr. Whittaker 's , everybody was out in the yard ready to start . `` Hurry up , Jane Lavinia , '' said Mr. Whittaker . `` Blest if we had n't begun to think you were n't coming at all . Lively now . '' `` I am not going , '' said Jane Lavinia calmly . `` Not going ? '' they all exclaimed . `` No . I 'm very sorry , and very grateful to you , Mr. Stephens , but I ca n't leave Aunt Rebecca . She 'd miss me too much . '' `` Well , you little goose ! '' said Mrs. Whittaker . Mrs. Stephens said nothing , but frowned coldly .
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