of wiles, and tiny dodges, and tiny subterfuges, which
would serve her best.

"You know," she said to Amelia, "you don't look
like me. Of course you know that, and that can't
be helped; but you do walk like me, and talk like
me, you know that, because they call you 'Copy-
Cat.'"

"Yes, I know," said poor Amelia.

"I don't mind if they do call you 'Copy-Cat,'"
said Lily, magnanimously. "I don't mind a bit.
But, you see, my mother always comes up-stairs to
kiss me good night after I have gone to bed, and to-
morrow night she has a dinner-party, and she will
surely be a little late, and I can't manage unless you
help me. I will get one of my white dresses for you,
and all you have to do is to climb out of your window
into that cedar-tree -- you know you can climb down
that, because you are so afraid of burglars climbing
up -- and you can slip on my dress; you had better
throw it out of the window and not try to climb in
it, because my dresses tear awful easy, and we might
get caught that way. Then you just sneak down to
our house, and I shall be outdoors; and when you
go up-stairs, if the doors should be open, and any-
body should call, you can answer just like me; and I
have found that light curly wig Aunt Laura wore
when she had her head shaved after she had a fever,