"Serves me right," said Polly, with a groan. "I'd no business to get a new pair, but I wanted to be extra gorgeous to-night, and this is my punishment for such mad extravagance."
"Was there anything else?" asked Tom.
"Only my best cuffs and collar; you'll probably find them in the coal-bin," said Polly, with the calmness of despair.
"I saw some little white things on the dining-room floor as I raced through. Go get them, Maud, and we'll repair damages," said Tom, shutting the culprit into the boot closet, where he placidly rolled himself up and went to sleep.
"They ain't hurt a bit," proclaimed Maud, restoring the lost treasures.
"Neither is my bonnet, for which I'm deeply grateful," said Polly, who had been examining it with a solicitude which made Tom's eyes twinkle.
"So am I, for it strikes me that is an uncommonly 'nobby' little affair," he said, approvingly. Tom had a weakness for pale pink roses, and perhaps Polly knew it.
"I'm afraid it's too gay," said Polly, with a dubious look.
"Not a bit; sort of bridal, you know. Must be becoming; put it on, and let's see."
"I wouldn't for the world, with my hair all tumbling down. Don't look at me till I'm respectable, and don't tell any one how I've been acting. I think I must be a little crazy to-night," said Polly, gathering up her rescued finery, and preparing to go and find Fan.
"Lunacy is mighty becoming, Polly; try it again,"
