crecy, and doubtful rectitude. Not one of the four boys had had a
vacation from the village that summer, and their young minds had become
charged, as it were, with the seeds of revolution and rebellion. Jim
Patterson, the son of the rector, and of them all the most venturesome,
had planned to take--he called it "take"; he meant to pay for it,
anyway, he said, as soon as he could shake enough money out of his
nickel savings-bank--one of his father's Plymouth Rock chickens and have
a chickenroast in the woods back of Dr. Trumbull's. He had planned for
Johnny to take some ears of corn suitable for roasting from his father's
garden; for Lee to take some cookies out of a stone jar in his mother's
pantry; and for Arnold to take some potatoes. Then they four would steal
forth under cover of night, build a camp-fire, roast their spoils, and
feast.

Lily had resolved to be of the party. She resorted to no open methods;
the stones of the fighting suffragettes were not for her, little
honey-sweet, curled, and ruffled darling; rather the time-worn, if not
time-sanctified, weapons of her sex, little instruments 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 'CopyCat.'"

"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 tomorrow 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 anybody 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, and you just put that on and go to
bed, and mother will never know