we'll both have the baby then."

"Oh, Rosetta, I'd love to," faltered Charlotte. "I've--I've
wanted to be good friends with you again so much. But I thought
you were so hard and bitter you'd never make up."

"Maybe I've talked too much," conceded Miss Rosetta, "but you
ought to know me well enough to know I didn't mean a word of it.
It was your never saying anything, no matter what I said, that
riled me up so bad. Let bygones be bygones, and come home,
Charlotte."

"I will," said Charlotte resolutely, wiping away her tears. "I'm
sick of living here and putting up with hired men. I'll be real
glad to go home, Rosetta, and that's the truth. I've had a hard
enough time. I s'pose you'll say I deserved it; but I was fond
of Jacob, and--"

"Of course, of course. Why shouldn't you be?" said Miss Rosetta
briskly. "I'm sure Jacob Wheeler was a good enough soul, if he
was a little slack-twisted. I'd like to hear anybody say a word
against him in my presence. Look at that blessed child,
Charlotte. Isn't she the sweetest thing? I'm desperate glad you
are coming back home, Charlotte. I've never been able to put up
a decent mess of mustard pickles since you went away, and you
were always such a hand with them! We'll be real snug and cozy
again--you and me and little Camilla Barbara Jane."