"Oh, no; I was just changing the carriages a little. I had a heavenly time last night, Miss Carewe." "Pretty party, was it?" "Perfectly lovely. Do you know many Columbia men, Miss Carewe?" "A few." "Don't you think they're splendid?" "Well, some of them are pleasant enough." "I simply adore Columbia men. Their colors are lovely, aren't they?" "Rather wishy-washy." "Oh, Miss Carewe, I don't see how you can think that. I think light blue and white are perfectly sweet together--not a bit crude and loud like orange and black or red and black or that ugly bright blue." Belinda wakened to suspicion. "Why, Amelia, I thought George Pettingill was a Yale man." Amelia examined carefully a picture on the other side of the room. "Well, he is, but only a Freshman, and I don't think bright blue's a nice color. The Yale men are sort of like the color too. Don't you think they're a little bit loud and conceited, Miss Carewe?" This was rank heresy. Belinda smiled and waited. "There was a Columbia man at Daisy's party--a Sophomore. He's the most elegant dancer. His name's Lawrence--Charlie Lawrence. He says my step just suits his. We had five two-steps and three waltzes." For a few moments Amelia lapsed into reminiscent silence, but silence is not her _métier_. "He has three brothers, but no sister at all, and he says a fellow needs a girl's influence to keep him straight. There's such a lot of wickedness in college life, and by the time you're a Sophomore, you know the world mighty well." There was the glibness of quotation about the recital, and Belinda indulged in a little smiling reminiscence on her own account. She, too, in earlier days, had been in Arcady--with desperately wicked and blasé Sophomores who needed a nice girl's gentle influence. Verily, the old methods wear well. "He's coming to see me next reception night, if I can get permission from Mamma before then," said Amelia. "Miss Carewe!" called a voice in the hall. Belinda turned to go. "But what was wrong with the carriages?" she asked. Amelia bent her fair head over the will until her face was hidden, but the tips of her ears reddened. "Oh, I was just thinking that it didn't seem very respectful to Mamma and Papa to put George in the first carriage with them when they haven't known anything about him, so I thought I'd move him back a little way." "Oh!" commented Belinda, with comprehension in her voice. A quarrel between Amelia and Laura May, the Only True One, necessitated much remodelling of the unstable will during the next week, but the trouble was finally smoothed over and the pearl ring clause reinstated, though the chatelaine and La Vallière were lost to Laura May forever. Friday evening was reception evening, and on Saturday morning Amelia flew to the Primary room immediately after breakfast. She lifted a beaming face when Belinda looked in upon her. "Do you believe in love at first sight, Miss Carewe?" she asked. "No."