They were coming into the crowded, brilliantly lighted main street of the city, and their two faces were quite plain to each other's eyes.
"No, I don't," said he.

"What is it, Ellen ?" "She is going to send me to Vassar College." Granville's face whitened perceptibly.

There was a queer sound in his throat.
"To Vassar College!" he repeated.
"Yes, to Vassar College.

Then I shall be able to get a good school, and teach, and help father and mother." Granville continued to look at her, and suddenly an intense pity sprang into life in the girl's heart.

She felt as if she were looking at some poor little child, instead of a stalwart young man.
"Don't look so, Granville," she said, softly.
"Of course I am glad at any good fortune which can come to you, Ellen," Granville said then, huskily.