Miss Rosetta tried the door . It was locked . `` Guilty conscience , '' sniffed Miss Rosetta . `` Well , I shall stay here until I see that perfidious Charlotte , if I have to camp in the yard all night . '' Miss Rosetta was quite capable of doing this , but she was spared the necessity ; walking boldly up to the kitchen window , and peering through it , she felt her heart swell with anger as she beheld Charlotte sitting calmly by the table with Camilla Jane on her knee . Beside her was a befrilled and bemuslined cradle , and on a chair lay the garments in which Miss Rosetta had dressed the baby . It was clad in an entirely new outfit , and seemed quite at home with its new possessor . It was laughing and cooing , and making little dabs at her with its dimpled hands . `` Charlotte Wheeler , '' cried Miss Rosetta , rapping sharply on the window-pane . `` I 've come for that child ! Bring her out to me at once -- at once , I say ! How dare you come to my house and steal a baby ? You 're no better than a common burglar . Give me Camilla Jane , I say ! '' Charlotte came over to the window with the baby in her arms and triumph glittering in her eyes . `` There is no such child as Camilla Jane here , '' she said . `` This is Barbara Jane . She belongs to me . '' With that Mrs. Wheeler pulled down the shade . Miss Rosetta had to go home .
There was nothing else XXXXX her to do .
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