whole scope of her own sentiments. It was quite
sufficient that she was seated close to this wonderful
Lily, and agreeing with her to the verge of immo-
lation.

"Of course," said Lily, "girls are pretty, and boys
are just as ugly as they can be."

"Oh yes," said Amelia, fervently.

"But," said Lily, thoughtfully, "it is queer how
Johnny Trumbull always comes out ahead in a fight,
and he is not so very large, either."

"Yes," said Amelia, but she realized a pang of
jealousy. "Girls could fight, I suppose," said she.

"Oh yes, and get their clothes all torn and messy,"
said Lily.

"I shouldn't care," said Amelia. Then she added,
with a little toss, "I almost know I could fight."
The thought even floated through her wicked little
mind that fighting might be a method of wearing out
obnoxious and durable clothes.

"You!" said Lily, and the scorn in her voice wilted
Amelia.

"Maybe I couldn't," said she.