But Polly's education had been neglected, and after a good deal of natural indecision she did what most women do in such cases, thought she would "wait and see." The discovery of Fanny's secret seemed to show her something to do, for if the "wait and see" decision was making her friend unhappy, it must be changed as soon as possible.

This finished Polly's indecision, and after that night she never allowed herself to dwell upon the pleasant temptation which came in a guise particularly attractive to a young girl with a spice of the old Eve in her composition.

So day after day she trudged through the dull back streets, longing for the sunny park, the face that always brightened when it saw her coming, and most of all the chance of meeting well, it was n't Trix.
When Saturday came, Polly started as usual for a visit to Becky and Bess, but could n't resist stopping at the Shaws' to leave a little parcel for Fan, though it was calling time.

As she stepped in, meaning to run up for a word if Fanny should chance to be alone, two hats on the hall table arrested her.
"Who is here, Katy ?" "Only Mr.Sydney and Master Tom.

Won't you stop a bit, Miss Polly ?" "Not this morning, I 'm rather in a hurry." And away went Polly as if a dozen eager pupils were clamoring for her presence.