But she came back to him to say, and this with the oddest smile of all, "Wouldn't it be a queer sensation for us?
That thing of really 'helping' some one ?" She could not go to sleep that night.

For a long time she sat in her room in the same big chair in which Ann had sat that afternoon.

Poor Ann, who had sat there before she knew she was Ann, who was sleeping now without knowing she was Ann.

For Ann was indeed sleeping.

From her door as Kate carefully opened it had come the deep breathing as of an exhausted child.
Who was Ann?
Where had she come from?
How did she get there?
What had happened?
Why had she wanted to kill herself?
She wanted to know.