She was bursting with things to say, and could not find words to say them in.

At last she broke out-- "I'm not abusing him for nothing! If you only knew the horrid, rude things--mean things too--at dances and parties--he does to some of the girls I know here; just because they're not swells and not rich, and he doesn't care what they think about him.

That's what I call a snob--judging people by whether they're rich and important--by whether it's worth while to know them.

Hateful!" "You foolish child!" cried Connie.

"He's so rich and important himself, what can it matter to him?
You talk as though he were a hanger-on--as though he had anything to gain by making up to people.