And her bare feet were on the floor and she was stretching her lithe young body, weak from the relaxation of her profound sleep.
She heard someone stirring in Ruth's room; instantly Ruth's remark, "He'd never think for a minute of marrying you," popped into her head.

It still meant nothing to her.

She could not have explained why it came back or why she fell to puzzling over it as if it held some mysterious meaning.

Perhaps the reason was that from early childhood there had been accumulating in some dusky chamber of her mind stray happenings and remarks, all baring upon the unsuspected secret of her birth and the unsuspected strangeness of her position in the world where everyone else was definitely placed and ticketed.

She was wondering about Ruth's queer hysterical outburst, evidently the result of a quarrel with Arthur Sinclair.