She looked long at her father, whose pathetic, worn, half-triumphant, half-pitiful face was so near her own; then she looked at Cynthia, then back again.

"To Vassar College ?" she said.
"Yes, Ellen, to Vassar College, and she offers to clothe you while you are there, but we thank her, and tell her that ain't necessary.
We can furnish your clothes." "Yes, we can," said Fanny, in a sobbing voice, but with a flash of pride.
"Well, what do you say to it, Ellen ?" asked Andrew, and he asked it with the expression of a martyr.

At that moment indescribable pain was the uppermost sensation in his heart, over all his triumph and gladness for Ellen.

First came the anticipated agony of parting with her for the greater part of four years, then the pain of letting another do for his daughter what he wished to do himself.

No man would ever look in Ellen's eyes with greater love and greater shrinking from the pain which might come of love than Andrew at that moment.
"But--" said Ellen; then she stopped.
"What, Ellen ?" "Can you spare me for so long?
Ought I not to be earning money before that, if you don't have much work ?" "I guess we can spare you as far as all that goes," cried Andrew.