CHAPTER XXXIX
She did not see her brother until evening. "Katie," he demanded sharply, "have you been disagreeable to Ann?"
She shook her head. "I haven't meant to be, Wayne."
Her face was so wretched that he grew contrite. "You're not pleased?"
"Why, Wayne, you can scarcely expect me to be—wholly pleased, can you?"
"But you always seemed to understand so well. I"—he paused in that constraint there so often was between them in things delicately intimate—"I've never told you, Katie, how fine I thought you were. So big about it."
"It's not so difficult," said Kate, with a touch of her old smile, "to be 'big' about people who aren't marrying into the family."
It seemed that he, too, was not above cornering her. "You know, Katie, it was your attitude in the beginning that—"
"Just don't
