“Now it’s all over and done with,” thought Polly, as she fell asleep after a long vigil. But it was not, and Polly’s fun cost more than the price of gloves and bonnet, for having nibbled at forbidden fruit, she had to pay the penalty. She only meant to have a good time, and there was no harm in that; but, unfortunately, she yielded to the various small temptations that beset pretty young girls, and did more mischief to others than to herself. Fanny’s friendship grew cooler after that night. Tom kept wishing Trix was half as satisfactory as Polly, and Mr. Sydney began to build castles that had no foundation.