[Sidenote: Passing to Classroom]
It was just eleven o’clock—time for Miss Finch’s sixth grade class to
pass from her room to one further down the hall where they were to have
their music lesson.
“You may pass, children.”
“Albert, I’ll help you with your problem now if you will come up to my
desk.”
The children literally fell over one another to get out of the room.
Miss Finch was interrupted in her work with Albert by a great confusion
of laughing and talking in the hall.
She hurried to the door and saw the boys pushing each other out of line,
bumping into the girls, and, in a word, doing everything but what they
should have done, namely, march quietly and in an orderly way down the
hall to the room in which they were to have their music lesson.