`` Charlotte has been here , '' gasped Miss Rosetta . `` Charlotte has stolen Camilla Jane ! I might have expected it . I might have known when I heard that story about her buying muslin and flannel . It 's just like Charlotte to do such an underhand trick . But I 'll go after her ! I 'll show her ! She 'll find out she has got Rosetta Ellis to deal with and no Wheeler ! '' Like a frantic creature and wholly forgetting that her hair was in curl-papers , Miss Rosetta hurried up the hill and down the shore road to the Wheeler Farm -- a place she had never visited in her life before . The wind was off-shore and only broke the bay 's surface into long silvery ripples , and sent sheeny shadows flying out across it from every point and headland , like transparent wings . The little gray house , so close to the purring waves that in storms their spray splashed over its very doorstep , seemed deserted . Miss Rosetta pounded lustily on the front door . This producing no result , she marched around to the back door and knocked . No answer . 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 XXXXX an entirely new outfit , and seemed quite at home with its new possessor .
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