The Youngest Girl in the School

'It's no good,' sighed Barbara, looking disconsolately round the room; 'we shall never get straight in time. Don't you think we had better leave it, and let Auntie Anna see us a...

Barbara picked herself up and looked towards the door. A girl of about eighteen stood there--an exceedingly pretty girl in a pretty frock, as the Berkeley boys might have notice...

Once more, Kit stood with his back to the fireplace, and prepared to address the family. It was just half an hour after Mr. Berkeley had left, and they were all assembled rather...

Half an hour later, Barbara was being led across the hall by Miss Finlayson, to be introduced to her school-fellows in the playroom. It puzzled her a little to see how calm and...

Barbara's disappointment had lost some of its bitterness by the time the seven o'clock bell woke her on the following morning. Perhaps, after all, it was her own fault that thin...

'I'm going to be in your class for everything except Latin and mathematics,' shouted Barbara, flying into the juniors' room just before dinner. It seemed to her of the first imp...

'Let me go, do let me go!' she cried, struggling to free herself. 'It can't make any difference to you whether I run away or not, and it does matter to me and the boys!'

Barbara was stretched, face downwards, on the floor of the junior playroom. It was Wednesday evening, about ten days after the rescue party had invaded Wootton Beeches; and she...

'Can't you see that she's laughing at us all?' she exclaimed to a circle of humble listeners. 'It's all very well to pretend to be such a baby; that kind of thing may go down wi...

When the prayer-bell rang that evening, it interrupted a wild tumult in the junior playroom. The elder girls had rushed through the curtain, on the terrified summons of Angela W...

'It's all very well to tell you to do things for other people; but when nobody wants anything done, how are you going to carry it out?' demanded Charlotte Bigley of a circle of...

'All the same,' said Jean Murray afterwards, 'it doesn't mean that the Canon's sermon was wrong just because all of you were so stupid in the way you tried to make it work.'

'MY DEAR DARLING DEAREST FATHER,--We are in quorranteen that's Jean Murray and Angela Wilkins and me becos we tried to feed the poor after the cannon's sermon and the poor had s...

Dr. Hurst did not call again at the little house in the garden, and the triumvirate came out of quarantine in due course, very little subdued by their eight days' imprisonment,...

The junior division, drawn up in double file, stood assembled in the anteroom of the gymnasium, on the day of the great competition for the Canon's prize. The figure-marching by...

In the annals of Wootton Beeches there had never been so dismal a packing-day as the one that dawned on the morrow of the gymnastic competition. Generally, packing-day was the m...

'Have the girls gone home?' asked the invalid, about a week later. She had made such strides towards recovery that she was to be allowed her first visitor that day, and she coul...

Barbara was none the worse for her relapse, and she made such a good recovery in the weeks that followed, that the Doctor decided she could be moved to Crofts on the last day of...

The triumvirate sat under the old cedar tree at Crofts, and once more they discussed the important affairs of the little world at Wootton Beeches. It was the first Saturday in t...