Protection!--it was that which one had in a place like this.
Why was it given the Anns--and not the Vernas?
The sleeping girl seemed to feel that all was well in the house which sheltered her that night.
Suddenly Katie knew what it was had gone.Fear.It was terror had slipped back, leaving the weariness which can give itself over to sleep.

Katie was thinking, striking deeper things than were wont to invade Katie's meditations.

The protection of a Wayne, the chivalrous comradeship of a Captain Prescott--how different the life of an Ann from the life this girl might have had! She stood at the door for a long moment, looking at her with a searching tenderness.

What had she been through?
What was there left for her?
Once, as a child, she had taken a turtle from its native mud and brought it home.

Soon after that they moved into an apartment and her father said that she must give the turtle up.