“I thought maybe your grandmother could send you,” said Abby.
“Oh no, grandma can't afford to. Sometimes I think I could work my own way through college, if it wasn't for being a burden in the mean time, but I don't know.”
Suddenly Abby Atkins planted herself on the sidewalk in front of Ellen, and looked at her sharply, while an angry flush overspread her face.
“I want to know one thing,” said she.
“What?”
“It ain't true what I heard the other day, is it?”
“I don't know what you heard.”
“Well, I heard you were going to be married.”
Ellen turned quite pale, and looked at the other girl with a steady regard of grave, indignant blue eyes.
“No, I am not,” said she.