Something about Ann made one feel she was not the girl to be walking about in satin slippers.
Something had happened.

She had been dressed for one thing and then had done another thing.

Could it be that ever since the night before she had been out of her place in the scheme of things ?--loosened from the great human unit ?--seeking destruction, perhaps, because she could not regain her place therein?
"Where have you been ?" Katie murmured to the ruined slippers.

"What did it?
What do you know?
What did you want ?" Many a pair of just such slippers she had danced to the verge of shabbiness.

To her they were associated with hops, the gayest of music and lightest of laughter, brilliant crowds in flower-scented rooms, dancing and flirtation--the froth and bubble of life.