`` Jane was a handsome girl . She shall always be dressed as nice as I can manage it , and I 'll get her an organ , and have her take painting and music lessons . Parties , too ! I 'll give her a real coming-out party when she 's eighteen and the very prettiest dress that 's to be had . Dear me , I can hardly wait for her to grow up , though she 's sweet enough now to make one wish she could stay a baby forever . '' When Miss Rosetta returned to the kitchen , her eyes fell on an empty cradle . Camilla Jane was gone ! Miss Rosetta promptly screamed . She understood at a glance what had happened . Six months ' old babies do not get out of their cradles and disappear through closed doors without any assistance . `` 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 XXXXX storms their spray splashed over its very doorstep , seemed deserted .
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