"You're welcome to her company so far as I'm concerned." "Rose of the Wilderness, indeed!" mocked Merle Denham.
"Your prairie rose is nothing but a dandelion!" remarked Christine Crosswood.
"I never heard anyone with such an awful laugh," said Lizzie Lonsdale.
"Don't!" implored Ulyth tragically.

"I've had the shock of my life.
She's--oh, she's too terrible for words! Her voice makes me cringe.

And she pawed all my things.

She snatched up my photos, and turned over my books with sticky fingers; she even opened my drawers and peeped inside." "What cheek!" "Oh, she hasn't the slightest idea of how to behave herself! She asked me a whole string of the most impertinent questions: what I'd paid for my clothes, and how long they'd have to last me.

She's unbearable.