All the girlish radiance--girlish vanity--was gone.

"Katie," she whispered, "I think I'd better go home.
I--I didn't know it would be like this.

So many people--so many lights--and things." Gently Katie reassured her.

Ann needing her was the Ann she knew how to care for, and would care for in the face of all the people--all the "lights--and things." "You needn't dance if you don't want to," she told her.

"I'll tell Wayne to look out for you, that you're really not able to meet people.