"Cheek!"
"Suppress that kid!"
"But I've got a message!" squeaked the babe, as sundry arms of justice thrust her summarily in the direction of the door. "Oh, I have really—a message for Gwen from Miss Roscoe! She's to go to the library—now!"
"Then why couldn't you say so at first?"
"You never gave me a chance!"
Gwen threw the half-sharpened pencil inside her desk and banged down the lid.
"What does Miss Roscoe want with me?" she asked in some consternation. "Are you sure she meant me?"
A summons from the headmistress rarely boded good fortune to the recipient, and the girls stared at Gwen with interested sympathy.
"What have you been doing?" murmured Eve Dawkins.
"Glad I'm not in your shoes!" proclaimed Daisy Hurst.