She is too flippant to suit me.

She doesn't take college very seriously.

I could see that." "There goes the dinner bell!" exclaimed Grace, with sudden irrelevance to the subject of the newspaper girl.

"Let us stop gossiping and go to dinner." At dinner Grace was not sorry to note that Kathleen West had been placed at the end of the table farthest from her.

Through the meal she found her eyes straying often toward the erect little figure of the newcomer, who, exhibiting not a particle of reserve, chatted with the girls nearest to her with the utmost unconcern.