She had rather fancied that talk of hers about Keats, and had been flattered by the sympathetic interest displayed by even the most shallow members of the class. She sighed in the midst of her laughter--if only one could make even the Amelias understand world beauty and world pathos!--but the laughter triumphed. "Sheets and Kelly" could not be viewed seriously. Nothing more was heard of the Funeral Association, Limited, until a week later, when Belinda, noticing a light in the third-floor classroom, investigated and found Amelia and Laura May bending over one sheet of foolscap. "More wills?" asked the teacher. Amelia lifted a flushed and tear-stained face. "I'm cutting Blanche White out of my will. I've been deceived in her, Miss Carewe. She isn't a true friend, is she, Laura May?" Laura May shook her head emphatically. "Perhaps you are mistaken," Belinda suggested, in the interests of peace. "I _heard_ her!" Amelia's tone was tragic. "She told Lizzie Folsom that I was a conceited thing and always wanted to run everything and that I thought every boy that looked at me was in love with me, and that she'd heard lots of boys make fun of me. I was in the next room and couldn't help hearing, so I walked right straight out in front of them and told Blanche what I thought of her. "'You're a false, double-dealing hypocrite,' I said, 'and I'd scorn to have you for a friend,' and then I walked out of the room, and I could hardly wait till after study hour to come up here and change my will. Just to think that if anything had happened to me last week, that horrid thing would have had my chatelaine and my La Vallière! Sometimes I don't believe anybody's true--except Laura May. I told everything to Blanche, and I suppose she's betrayed every single thing to that freckled Lizzie Folsom. It's just because Lizzie has so much money for matinées and Huylers." "That doesn't sound well, Amelia." Belinda's tone was reproving. "Lizzie is a very attractive girl, and though Blanche wasn't very loyal, she may have said some things that were true. I'd advise you to think her criticisms over and see if any of them fit. As for her repeating what you've told her, when one doesn't want things known, one would better keep them to herself. You talk too much." "I could tell Laura May anything." Laura May looked modest. "And I'm going to leave my chatelaine and La Vallière to Laura May." The Only True One's face brightened. "Besides the pearl ring?" she asked. "Yes." Laura May beamed self-righteously. Apparently true friendship was practically remunerative as well as theoretically fine. The next night Amelia spent with a day pupil who was to have a birthday party; and the following evening she was in the Primary room as soon as she could escape from study hour. There Belinda found her alone, and the girl looked slightly confused as she met the teacher's questioning glance. "Another quarrel?" Amelia blushed.