However, she had begun to dream definitely about Robert, and the reflection had come, too, that this might make her more his equal, as nearly his equal as Maud Hemingway.
Maud Hemingway went to college, and so would she.

Of the minor accessories of wealth she thought not so much.

She looked at her hands, which were very small and as delicately white as flowers, and reflected with a sense of comfort, of which she was ashamed, that she would not need ever to stain them with leather now.

She looked at the homeward stream of dingy girls from the shops, and thought with a sense of escape that she would never have to join them; but she was conscious of loving Abby better, and Maria, who had also entered Lloyd's.

Abby, when she heard the news about Vassar, had looked at her with a sort of fierce exultation.
"Thank the Lord, you're out of it, anyhow!" she cried, fervently, as a soul might in the midst of flames.
Maria had smiled at her with the greatest sweetness and a certain wistfulness.