It was almost morning before that other girl, that girl they were trying to get away from, would let Ann go to sleep.
Sitting beside the tortured girl that night, hearing the heart-breaking little moans which as sleep finally drew near replaced the sobs, Katie Jones wondered whether many of the things people so serenely took for granted were as absurd--and perhaps as tragically absurd--as Captain Prescott's complacent conclusion that the "Don't You Care" girls were girls who didn't care.
How she would love--turning it all over in her mind that afternoon--to talk some of those things over with "the man who mends the boats"!.