It is very unfortunate that we are obliged to room together.

I suppose it is useless to ask you to mind your own business and let me alone." Kathleen walked moodily to the window and stood looking out, her favorite attitude when greatly disturbed in spirit.

Crossing swiftly to where the newspaper girl stood, Patience laid two firm hands on Kathleen's shoulders.

She whirled at the touch, her eyes flashing.
"That's right," commented Patience.

"I want you to look at me.