Though one could never completely take a vacation from one's life; that was why Ann looked that way when she was sometimes sitting very still and did not know that any one was looking at her.
Persuasion was the easier as fabrication was but a fanciful dress for truth.

Imagination did not have it all to do; it only followed where Ann called--blazing its own trail.
Yet there were times when the country of make-believe was swept down by a whirlwind, a whirlwind of realization which crashed through Katie's consciousness and knocked over the fancyings.

Those whirlwinds would come all unannounced; when Ann seemed most Ann, playing with Worth, perhaps wearing one of the prettiest dresses and smilingly listening to something Wayne was telling her had happened over at the shops.

And on the heels of the whirlwind knocking down the country of make-believe would come the girl from a vast unknown rushing wildly from--what?
What had become of that girl?
Would she hear from _her_ again?
It was almost as if the girl made by reality had indeed gone down under the waters that day, and the things the years had made her had abdicated in favor of the things Katie would make her.

And yet did the things the years had made one ever really abdicate?
Was it because the girl of the years was too worn for assertiveness that the girl of fancy could seem the all?
Was it only that she slumbered--and sometimes stirred a little in her sleep ?--And when _she_ awoke?
Even to each other they did not speak of that other girl, as if fearing a word might wake her.