"If," said Miss Parmalee, "she could only get
angry when she is called 'Copy-Cat.'" Miss Parma-
lee laughed, and so did Miss Acton. Then all the
ladies had their cups refilled, and left Providence to
look out for poor little Amelia Wheeler, in her mad
pursuit of her ideal in the shape of another little
girl possessed of the exterior graces which she had
not.

Meantime the little "Copy-Cat" had never been
so happy. She began to improve in her looks also.
Her grandmother Wheeler noticed it first, and spoke
of it to Grandmother Stark. "That child may not
be so plain, after all," said she. "I looked at her
this morning when she started for school, and I
thought for the first time that there was a little re-
semblance to the Wheelers."

Grandmother Stark sniffed, but she looked grati-
fied. "I have been noticing it for some time," said
she, "but as for looking like the Wheelers, I thought
this morning for a minute that I actually saw my
poor dear husband looking at me out of that blessed
child's eyes."

Grandmother Wheeler smiled her little, aggra-
vating, curved, pink smile.

But even Mrs. Diantha began to notice the change