There was something plainly troubling the child in secret; she had a mind to know what it might be.
Zo approached Ovid again, determined to understand the change in him if perseverance could do it.

He was talking so confidentially to Carmina, that he almost whispered in her ear.

Zo eyed him, without daring to touch his coat tails again.

Miss Minerva tried hard to go on composedly with the dissertation on cranes.

"Flocks of these birds, Maria, pass periodically over the southern and central countries of Europe"-- Her breath failed her, as she looked at Ovid: she could say no more.
Zo stopped those maddening confidences; Zo, in desperate want of information, tugged boldly at Carmina's skirts this time.
The young girl turned round directly.