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Top Article: 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." "Diantha has got so much sense, it makes her blind and deaf," declared Grandmother Stark. "I call it a shame, if she is my daughter." "Then you don't venture-" Grandmother Stark reddened. She did not like to own to awe of her daughter. "I VENTURE, if that is all," said she, tartly. "You don't suppose I am afraid of Diantha? -- but she would not let Amelia wear one of the dresses, anyway, and I don't want the child made any unhappier than she is." "Well, I will admit," replied Grandmother Wheel-er, "if poor Amelia knew she had these beautiful dresses and could not wear them she might feel worse about wearing that homely gingham." "Gingham!" fairly snorted Grandmother Stark. "I cannot see why Diantha thinks so much of ging-ham. It shrinks, anyway." Poor little Amelia did undoubtedly suffer on that last day, when she sat among the others gaily clad, and looked down at her own common little skirts. She was very glad, however, that she had not been chosen to do any of the special things which would have necessitated her appearance upon the little flower-decorated platform. She did not know of the conversation between Madame and her two as-sistants. "I would have Amelia recite a little verse or two," said Madame, "but how can I?" Madame adored dress, and had a lovely new one of sheer dull-blue stuff, with touches of silver, for the last day. "Yes," agreed Miss Parmalee, "that poor child is sensitive, and for her to stand on the platform in one of those plain ginghams would be too cruel." "Then, too," said Miss Acton, "she would re-cite her verses exactly like Lily Jennings. She can make her voice exactly like Lily's now. Then every-body would laugh, and Amelia would not know why. She would think they were laughing at her dress, and that would be dreadful." If Amelia's mother could have heard that conver-sation everything would have been different, al-though it is puzzling to decide in what way. It was the last of the summer vacation in early September, just before school began, that a climax came to Amelia's idolatry and imitation of Lily. The Jenningses had not gone away that sum-mer, so the two little girls had been thrown together a good deal. Mrs. Diantha never went away during a summer. She considered it her duty to remain at home, and she was quite pitiless to herself when it came to a matter of duty.
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