I won't say anything,' he promised. He did not see her again until supper time, when she was drinking wine with two other boys. You'll feel ill tomorrow, if you drink much of that, Meg, Laurie whispered to her. 'I'm not Meg tonight,' she said. "I'm a doll who does crazy things. Tomorrow, I'll be good again.' Meg danced and laughed and talked to as many young men as she could manage, but went to bed feeling that she hadn't enjoyed herself as much as she had expected. She was sick all the next day, and on Saturday went home, quite tired of her fortnight's fun.