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 of the funeral that afternoon . Mrs. Wheeler 's face , except for eyes , was as expressionless as it usually was . Unlike the tall , fair , fat Miss Rosetta , Mrs. Wheeler was small and dark and thin , with an eager , careworn face . `` How is Jane ? '' she said abruptly , breaking the silence of ten years in saying it . `` Jane is dead and buried , poor thing , '' said Miss Rosetta calmly . `` I am taking her baby , little Camilla Jane , home with me . '' `` The baby belongs to me , '' cried Mrs. Wheeler passionately . `` Jane wrote to me about her . Jane meant that I should have her . I 've come for her . '' `` You 'll go back without her then , '' said Miss Rosetta , serene in the possession that is nine points of the law . `` The child is mine , and she is going to stay mine . You can make up your mind to that , Charlotte Wheeler . A woman who eloped to get married is n't fit to be trusted with a baby , anyhow . Jacob Wheeler -- '' But Mrs. Wheeler had rushed past into the house .
Miss Rosetta composedly stepped into the cab and drove XXXXX the station .
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