She had never looked less like a girl in a dream.

Laughing and jesting with her companion, she looked simply like an exceedingly pretty girl having a very good time.
"But you like Ann, don't you, Wayne ?" Katie asked anxiously.
"Yes," said Wayne, "I like her." She came running up the steps to them, flushed, happy, as free from self-consciousness as Worth would have been.

"Katie," she cried, "I played the last one in four.

Didn't I ?" turning proudly to the Captain for endorsement.
Both men were looking at her with pleasure: cheeks flushed, eyes glowing, hair a little disheveled and a little damp about the forehead, panting a little, her lithe, beautiful body swaying gently, hands outstretched to show Wayne how she had hardened her palms, Ann had never seemed so lovely and so live.

In that moment it mattered not whether one knew anything about the earning capacity of her father or the culinary abilities of her mother.