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 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 .
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