It was all over Avonlea by night , and created quite a sensation . Avonlea had not had such a toothsome bit of gossip for a long time . Mrs. Wheeler exulted in the possession of Barbara Jane for six weeks , during which Miss Rosetta broke her heart with loneliness and longing , and meditated futile plots for the recovery of the baby . It was hopeless to think of stealing it back or she would have tried to . The hired man at the Wheeler place reported that Mrs. Wheeler never left it night or day for a single moment . She even carried it with her when she went to milk the cows . `` But my turn will come , '' said Miss Rosetta grimly . `` Camilla Jane is mine , and if she was called Barbara for a century it would n't alter that fact ! Barbara , indeed ! Why not have called her Methusaleh and have done with it ? '' One afternoon in October , when Miss Rosetta was picking her apples and thinking drearily about lost Camilla Jane , a woman came running breathlessly down the hill and into the yard . Miss Rosetta gave an exclamation of amazement and dropped her basket of apples . Of all incredible things ! The woman was Charlotte -- Charlotte who had never set foot on the grounds of the Ellis cottage since her marriage ten years ago , Charlotte , bare-headed , wild-eyed , distraught , wringing her hands and sobbing . Miss Rosetta flew to meet her . `` You 've scalded Camilla Jane to death ! '' she exclaimed . `` I always knew you would -- always expected it ! '' `` Oh , for heaven 's sake , come quick , Rosetta ! '' gasped Charlotte .
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