`` 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 to them by occasionally snapping some vicious sentences out loud at Charlotte . Miss Rosetta fully expected Charlotte along on the following morning and girded herself for the fray ; but no Charlotte appeared . Night came ; no Charlotte . Another morning and no Charlotte . Miss Rosetta was hopelessly puzzled . What had happened ? Dear , dear , had Charlotte taken a bad heart spell , on hearing that she , Rosetta , had stolen a march on her to Charlottetown ? It was quite likely . You never knew what to expect of a woman who had married Jacob Wheeler ! The truth was , that the very evening Miss Rosetta had left Avonlea Mrs. Jacob Wheeler 's hired man had broken his leg and had had to be conveyed to his distant home on a feather bed in an express wagon . Mrs. Wheeler could not leave home until she had obtained another hired man . Consequently , it was the evening after the funeral when Mrs. Wheeler whisked up the steps of the Gordon house and met Miss Rosetta coming out with a big white bundle in her arms . The eyes of the two women met defiantly .
Miss Rosetta 's face wore an air of triumph , chastened by a remembrance XXXXX the funeral that afternoon .
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