She came home again feeling as if all the world and herself were transfigured . She looked out from the window of her little room with great dreamy brown eyes , seeing through the fir boughs the golden western sky beyond , serving as a canvas whereon her fancy painted glittering visions of her future . She would go to New York -- and study -- and work , oh , so hard -- and go abroad -- and work harder -- and win success -- and be great and admired and famous -- if only Aunt Rebecca -- ah ! if only Aunt Rebecca ! Jane Lavinia sighed . There was spring in the world and spring in Jane Lavinia 's heart ; but a chill came with the thought of Aunt Rebecca , who considered tidies and afghans nicer than her pictures . `` But I 'm going , anyway , '' said Jane Lavinia decidedly . `` If Aunt Rebecca wo n't give me the money , I 'll find some other way . I 'm not afraid of any amount of work . After what Mr. Stephens said , I believe I could work twenty hours out of the twenty-four . I 'd be content to live on a crust and sleep in a garret -- yes , and wear sailor hats with stiff bows and blue roses the year round . '' Jane Lavinia sighed in luxurious renunciation . Oh , it was good to be alive -- to be a girl of seventeen , with wonderful ambitions and all the world before her ! The years of the future sparkled and gleamed alluringly . Jane Lavinia , with her head on the window sill , looked out into the sunset splendour and dreamed . Athwart her dreams , rending in twain their frail , rose-tinted fabric , came Aunt Rebecca 's voice from the kitchen below , `` Jane Lavinia ! Jane Lavinia ! Ai n't you going for the cows tonight ? '' Jane Lavinia started up guiltily ; she had forgotten all about the cows . She slipped off her muslin dress and hurried into her print ; but with all her haste it took time , and Aunt Rebecca was grimmer than ever when Jane Lavinia ran downstairs .
`` It 'll be dark XXXXX we get the cows milked .
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