street until they came to a certain vacant lot inter-
sected by a foot-path between tall, feathery grasses
and goldenrod and asters and milkweed. They en-
tered the foot-path, and swarms of little butterflies
rose around them, and once in a while a protesting
bumblebee.

"I am afraid we will be stung by the bees," said
Amelia.

"Bumblebees never sting," said Lily; and Amelia
believed her.

When the foot-path ended, there was the river-
bank. The two little girls sat down under a clump
of brook willows and talked, while the river, full of
green and blue and golden lights, slipped past them
and never stopped.

Then Lily proceeded to unfold a plan, which was
not philosophical, but naughtily ingenious. By this
time Lily knew very well that Amelia admired her,
and imitated her as successfully as possible, consid-
ering the drawback of dress and looks.

When she had finished Amelia was quite pale. "I
am afraid, I am afraid, Lily," said she.

"What of?"