"I expect she'll be ever so conceited and give herself airs, and the other girls will truckle to her no end.

I know them! I wish to goodness she hadn't come to the College.

Why didn't they send her away to a boarding school?
I'm not going to make a fuss over her, so she needn't think it." Poor Bess, quite unaware of being any cause of offence, and grateful for the kindness shown her the day before, greeted Ingred in most friendly fashion, and looked amazement itself at the cool reception of her advances.

She stared for a moment as if hardly believing the evidence of her eyes and ears, then turned away with a hurt look on her pretty, sensitive face.
Ingred shut her desk with a slam.

She was feeling very uncomfortable.
She had liked Bess with a kind of love-at-first-sight, and if the latter had come to live at any other house in the town than Rotherwood, would have been prepared to go on liking her.