Soured old maid, I guess.

Looks at you a lot, but doesn't say much, like she was sizing you up.

That nose of hers certainly does stand out like a peak or something.

You wouldn't think it, either, but she reads poetry--mushiest kind--awful stuff.

Say, I looked into a book of hers one day over at the Old Place--Something-or-Other Love Lyrics was the title--murder! I caught two or three things--talk about raw stuff--you know, fellows and girls and all that! What she gets out of it beats me, with that frozen face of hers." A little later he portrayed the character of Patricia Whipple in terms that would have incensed her but that moved Wilbur to little but mild interest.
"You never know when you got your thumb on that kid," he said.