"I will get them," said Grandmother Stark, with
decision. "I will go right down to Mann Brothers'
store now and get them."

"Then I will make the bows, and sew them on,"
replied Grandmother Wheeler, happily.

It thus happened that little Amelia Wheeler was
possessed of three beautiful dresses, although she
did not know it.

For a long time neither of the two conspiring
grandmothers dared divulge the secret. Mrs. Dian-
tha was a very determined woman, and even her
own mother stood somewhat in awe of her. There-
fore, little Amelia went to school during the spring
term soberly clad as ever, and even on the festive
last day wore nothing better than a new blue ging-
ham, made too long, to allow for shrinkage, and new
blue hair-ribbons. The two grandmothers almost
wept in secret conclave over the lovely frocks which
were not worn.

"I respect Diantha," said Grandmother Wheeler.
"You know that. She is one woman in a thousand,
but I do hate to have that poor child go to school
to-day with so many to look at her, and she dressed
so unlike all the other little girls."