She saw the boy's face and his look as plain as if he stood before her, and her heart leaped with a shock of pain which was joy.
Then she thought of Robert Lloyd, and his face came before her.
Ellen had not thought as much of Robert as he of her.

For some two weeks after his call she had watched for him to come again; she had put on a pretty dress and been particular about her hair, and had stayed at home expecting him; then when he had not come, she had put him out of mind resolutely.

When her mother and aunt had joked her about him she had been sensitive and half angry.

"You know it is nothing, mother," she said; "he only came to bring back my valedictory.

You know he wouldn't think of me.