But as she was swept nearer the some one was the man who mended the boats! With a little catch of her breath for that sorry twist of her consciousness that must make lovely moments ludicrous ones, she turned back to the bright room--crowded, colorful, moving room which seemed set in the vast, soft night.
Her brother was just passing--her brother and her friend Ann Forrest.
They did not look out at her.

They did not seem to know that Katie was near.

She had never seen Ann's face so beautiful.

It had that beauty she had all the while seen as possible for it, only more intense, more exalted than she had been able to foresee it.

The music stopped on a sob.