For a second Charlotte Wheeler hesitated. Then she said
passionately: "Yes, yes, Camilla Jane--any name you like! Only
come."

Miss Rosetta went, and not a moment too soon, either. The doctor
lived eight miles away and the baby was very bad. The two women
and Jenny White worked over her for hours. It was not until
dark, when the baby was sleeping soundly and the doctor had gone,
after telling Miss Rosetta that she had saved the child's life,
that a realization of the situation came home to them.

"Well," said Miss Rosetta, dropping into an armchair with a long
sigh of weariness, "I guess you'll admit now, Charlotte Wheeler,
that you are hardly a fit person to have charge of a baby, even
if you had to go and steal it from me. I should think your
conscience would reproach you--that is, if any woman who would
marry Jacob Wheeler in such an underhanded fashion has a--"

"I--I wanted the baby," sobbed Charlotte, tremulously. "I was so
lonely here. I didn't think it was any harm to take her, because
Jane gave her to me in her letter. But you have saved her life,
Rosetta, and you--you can have her back, although it will break
my heart to give her up. But, oh, Rosetta, won't you let me come
and see her sometimes? I love her so I can't bear to give her up
entirely."

"Charlotte," said Miss Rosetta firmly, "the most sensible thing
for you to do is just to come back with the baby. You are
worried to death trying to run this farm with the debt Jacob
Wheeler left on it for you. Sell it, and come home with me. And