If she might only win the fellowship! She would not care what ordeal she passed through for that.

So she put away the fear from her mind.

If she could only win the fellowship! But she was too humble about her own attainments to have more than a little, little hope of that.
How generous they all were, Mary thought, with an impulse of gratitude towards those dear class-fellows that brought the tears to her eyes.
"When we are photographed in our caps and gowns," said another, "you must stand up in the middle of us, Mary, so that they will see how tall you are." Mary reported their generosity to Lady Anne, with whom, by this time, she was on the loving terms that cast out fear.
"Very creditable to them," the old lady said, twinkling.

"Don't let it make you vain, Mary.

You're well enough, but you aren't half as pretty as a rose, or half as tall as a tree, and there are thousands of trees and roses in the world." "I don't think myself pretty," Mary said, in a hurt voice.