The Youngest Girl in the Fifth: A School Story

GWEN IS CAUGHT BY THE STORM

Gwen! Gwen Gascoyne! Gwen! Anybody seen her? I say, have you all gone deaf? Don't you hear me? Where's Gwen? I—want—Gwen—Gascoyne!
The speaker—Ida Bridge—a small, perky, spindle-legged Junior, jumped on to the nearest seat, and raising her shrill voice to its topmost pitch, twice shouted the Gwen Gascoyne , with an aggressive energy calculated to make herself heard above the babel of general chatter that pervaded the schoolroom. Her effort, though far from musical, at any rate secured her the notice she desired.
Hello, there! Stop that noise! It's like a dog howling! irately commanded a girl in spectacles who was cleaning the blackboard.
And get down from my desk this minute! Who said you might climb up there?
Look here, you kid, what are you doing in our classroom?
Take yourself off at once! Fly! Scoot!
The kid , however, stood her ground.
Shan't move till you've answered my question, she replied with aggravating impudence. I want Gwen Gascoyne.
Why, there she is all the time!