I'm not caring and Missis isn't caring, either.

She'll never wear these frocks again--she might as well give them to me." In the meantime Jane was looking at herself in the long cheval mirror.
The rapture in her heart was still reflected on her face, and the white clothing transfigured her.

"John must see that the great miracle of life has happened to me, that I have really been born again.

Oh, how happy he will be!" With this radiant thought she stepped lightly down to the long avenue by which John always came home.

About midway, there was a seat under a large oak-tree and she saw John sitting on it.