She had hold of her hand, so slim a hand.

Everything about the girl was slim, built for favoring breezes.
"I have one thing more to ask." It was Kate's voice was not well controlled this time.
"You may call it a whim, a notion, foolish notion; call it what you like, but I want you to stay here to-night." The girl was looking down at her, down into the upturned face, all light and strength and purpose as one standing apart and disinterested might view a spectacle.

Slowly, comprehendingly, dispassionately she shook her head.

"It would be--no use." "Perhaps," Katie acquiesced.

"Some of the very nicest things in life are--no use.