is mine, and if she was called Barbara for a century it wouldn'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.
"Barbara Jane is in convulsions and I don't know what to do. The
hired man has gone for the doctor. You were the nearest, so I
came to you. Jenny White was there when they came on, so I left
her and ran. Oh, Rosetta, come, come, if you have a spark of
humanity in you! You know what to do for convulsions--you
saved the Ellis baby when it had them. Oh, come and save Barbara
Jane!"

"You mean Camilla Jane, I presume?" said Miss Rosetta firmly, in
spite of her agitation.