From what I've seen of Bernice, she is an uncomfortable sort of a friend to have; one of the sensitive, suspicious kind that's always going around with her feelings stuck out for somebody to tread on.

She's always looking for slights, and when she doesn't get real ones, she imagines them, which is just as bad." If Lloyd's anger burned next morning, there was no trace of it either in face or manner, and she made that last day one long to be remembered by her departing guests.
"How lonesome it's going to be aftah you all leave," she said to Joyce.
"The rest of the summah will be a stupid anticlimax.

The house-pahty and the wedding should have come at the last end of vacation instead of the first, then we would have had something to look forward to all summah, and could have plunged into school directly aftah it." "This July and August will be the quietest we have ever known at The Locusts," chimed in Betty.

"Allison and Kitty leave to-night with you all, Malcolm and Keith are already gone, and Rob will be here only a few days longer.

That's the last straw, to have Rob go." "What's that about yours truly ?" asked Rob, coming out of the house and beginning to fan himself with his hat as he dropped down on the porch step.
"I was just saying that we shall miss you so much this summer.