By moored I don't mean necessarily a fixed spot.

But I have a feeling--" He seemed either unable or unwilling to express it, and instead laughed: "I'd like to know how much her father made a month, and whether her mother was a good cook--a few little things like that to make her less a shadow.

Do you really get _at_ her, Katie ?" "Why--why, yes," stammered Katie; "though I told you, Wayne, that Ann was different.

Quiet--and just now, sad." "I don't think of her as particularly quiet," he replied; "and sad isn't it, either.

I think of her"-- he paused and concluded uncertainly--"as a girl in a dream." "Her dream or your dream, Wayne ?" laughed Katie, just to turn it.
She was throwing sticks for the puppies and missed his startled look.
But it was Katie who was startled when he said, still uncertainly, and more to himself than to Katie: "Though she's so real." Ann and Captain Prescott were coming toward them.