The Youngest Girl in the Fifth

Youngest Girl in the Fifth, by
Angela Brazil

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Title: The Youngest Girl in the Fifth A School Story
Author: Angela Brazil
Illustrator: Stanley Davis
Release Date: June 6, 2007 [EBook #21687]
Language: English
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[Illustration: GWEN IS CAUGHT BY THE STORM]

The Youngest Girl
in the Fifth
A School Story

BY
ANGELA BRAZIL
Author of "The Leader of the Lower School" "A Pair of Schoolgirls"
"The New Girl at St. Chad's" "A Fourth Form Friendship" &c.

ILLUSTRATED BY STANLEY DAVIS

BLACKIE AND SON LIMITED
LONDON GLASGOW AND BOMBAY
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Contents
CHAP.
I. AN UNEXPECTED REMOVE
II. THE GASCOYNE GIRLS
III. A FALSE STEP
IV. A DELICATE TRANSACTION

V. TROUBLE IN THE FIFTH
VI. A CASTING VOTE
VII. DICK CHAMBERS
VIII. GWEN RECEIVES A LETTER
IX. KEEPING CHRISTMAS
X. A PRODIGAL
XI. A PRIZE ESSAY
XII. GWEN TURNS HENWIFE
XIII. THE SHOE PINCHES
XIV. GWEN MEETS TROUBLE
XV. STORM CLOUDS
XVI. FIRST AID
XVII. A PRESSING ACCOUNT
XVIII. GWEN'S BRIGHT IDEA
XIX. A SCHOOL GYMKHANA
XX. A DAY OF RECKONING
XXI. RETRIBUTION
XXII. THE TENNIS TOURNAMENT
XXIII. GWEN TO THE RESCUE
XXIV. THE SENIOR OXFORD

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Illustrations
GWEN IS CAUGHT BY THE STORM Frontispiece
GWEN MEETS DICK
"THINGS GO SO HARDLY WITH ME SOMEHOW, DAD"
"OH, I SAY, WELL CAUGHT!"
"YES, YOU CAN EASILY GO MILES OUT OF YOUR WAY"
"IT WAS BASIL WHO SPIED HIM FIRST"
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THE YOUNGEST GIRL IN THE FIFTH
CHAPTER I
An Unexpected Remove
"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!"
"Where?"
"Under your very nose, you stupid baby! Get down from my desk, I tell
you!"
The Junior cast what was intended to be a withering glance before she
descended.
"Gwen Gascoyne, why couldn't you answer when I called you?" she
demanded abruptly.
Gwen paused in the act of sharpening a lead pencil, and eyed the
intruder.
"Who asked you to come in here?" she retorted.
"You babes must keep to your own classrooms! Hey, presto! Vanish!
And be quick about it!" interposed Myra Johnson.
"Shan't! Not till I've spoken to Gwen."
"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.
"Oh, Gwen, I am sorry for you!" bleated Alma Richardson.
"I've not been doing anything!" protested Gwen indignantly. "You've
no need to look at me as if I were a cross between a criminal and a
martyr! Here, you babe, what did Miss Roscoe say?"
"Only that you're to go to the library; and you'd better be quick,
because she said: 'Tell her to come at once!' Said it in her snappiest way,
too! I shouldn't be a