cried. Miss Rosetta sang happily as she picked her currants.
For the first time since Charlotte had married Jacob Wheeler Miss
Rosetta felt really happy--so happy that at there was no room in
her heart for bitterness. In fancy she looked forward to the
coming years, and saw Camilla Jane growing up into girlhood, fair
and lovable.

"She'll be a beauty," reflected Miss Rosetta complacently. "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!"