"Deliver me from 'crushes' of her sort, at least.

There are several girls in the freshman class who look rather interesting, but they are evidently not anxious to know me," she added, her face darkening.
"Whose fault is it ?" asked Patience pointedly.
"Not mine," retorted Kathleen with asperity.

Then, turning upon Patience, she said in a voice shaking with sudden anger: "What do you mean by asking me such a question?
I did not realize the insult it contained or I wouldn't have answered you." "I did not intend to be insulting," said Patience, "but candidly I think you are to blame for whatever attitude the girls here maintain toward you.

Then, again, you do not value your friends.

For instance, there is little Miss Rawle who is really fond of you.