That had made it seem, from a military standpoint, uninteresting.

But here was the real life--over in what the women of the quarter vaguely called "the shops," and dismissed as disposed of by the term.
Suddenly she wondered what all those men thought about God.

Whether either the hard blighting religion of Ann's father, or the aesthetic comfortable religion of her uncle "mattered" much to them?
Were the things which "mattered" forging a religion of their own?
But just what were those things that mattered?
A young man had entered and was speaking to Wayne.

After a second's hesitation Wayne introduced him to Katie as Mr.Ferguson, who was helping him.
He had an open, intelligent face--this young mechanic.

He did not seem overwhelmed at being presented to Captain Jones' sister, but merely replied pleasantly to her greeting and was turning away.
But Katie was not going to let him get away.