The vim with which Miss Rosetta snapped this out rather amazed Mrs. Gordon , who could n't understand it at all . But she took Miss Rosetta upstairs to the room where the baby was sleeping . `` Oh , the little darling , '' cried Miss Rosetta , all her old maidishness and oddity falling away from her like a garment , and all her innate and denied motherhood shining out in her face like a transforming illumination . `` Oh , the sweet , dear , pretty little thing ! '' The baby was a darling -- a six-months ' old beauty with little golden ringlets curling and glistening all over its tiny head . As Miss Rosetta hung over it , it opened its eyes and then held out its tiny hands to her with a gurgle of confidence . `` Oh , you sweetest ! '' said Miss Rosetta rapturously , gathering it up in her arms . `` You belong to me , darling -- never , never , to that under-handed Charlotte ! What is its name , Mrs. Gordon ? '' `` It was n't named , '' said Mrs. Gordon . `` Guess you 'll have to name it yourself , Miss Ellis . '' `` Camilla Jane , '' said Miss Rosetta without a moment 's hesitation . `` Jane after its mother , of course ; and I have always thought Camilla the prettiest name in the world . Charlotte would be sure to give it some perfectly heathenish name . I would n't put it past her calling the poor innocent Mehitable . '' Miss Rosetta decided to stay in Charlottetown until after the funeral . That night she lay with the baby on her arm , listening with joy to its soft little breathing . She did not sleep or wish to sleep . Her waking fancies were more alluring than any visions of dreamland .
Moreover , she gave a spice XXXXX them by occasionally snapping some vicious sentences out loud at Charlotte .
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