Vague shadows; of thoughts clouded her mind and then slowly clarified into definite ideas.

Unconsciously she had been growing away from her first formulated plans.

She was gradually laying aside the idea of reaching wealth and fame by way of the story-trail.
She was almost at the point of admitting to herself that her story, as far as she had gone with it, could never be taken seriously by any one with any pretense of intelligence.

It was too unreal, too fantastic.
It was almost funny, in the most tragic parts.

She was ready now to dismiss the book as she had dismissed her earlier ambitions to become a poet.
But if she and Lite together could really act a story that had the stamp of realism which she instinctively longed for, surely it would be worth while.