But the next afternoon, after school, Ellen, to Granville Joy's great bliss and astonishment, insinuated herself, through the crowd of out-going scholars, close to him, and presently, had he not been so incredulous, for he was a modest boy, he would have said it was by no volition of his own that he found himself walking down the street with her.

And when they reached his house, which was only half-way to her own, she looked at him with such a wistful surprise as he motioned to leave her that he could not mistake it, and he walked on at her side quite to her own house.

Granville Joy was a gentle boy, young for his age, which was a year more than Ellen's.
He had a face as gentle as a girl's, and really beautiful.

Women all loved him, and the school-girls raised an admiring treble chorus in his praise whenever his name was spoken.

He was saved from effeminacy by nervous impulses which passed for sustained manly daring.