The wily duenna chose that propitious moment to present herself in the capacity of a new audience.
"Who was that other man you saw, who looked like Mr.Ovid ?" she asked; speaking in the tone of serious equality which is always flattering to the self-esteem of children in intercourse with elders.

Zo was so proud of having her own talk reported by a grown-up stranger, that she even forgot the chocolate.

"I wanted to say more than that," she announced.
"Would you like to hear the end of it ?" And this admirable foreign person answered, "I should very much like." Zo hesitated.

To follow out its own little train of thought, in words, was no easy task to the immature mind which Miss Minerva had so mercilessly overworked.

Led by old Dame Nature (first of governesses!) Zo found her way out of the labyrinth by means of questions.
"Do you know Joseph ?" she began.
Teresa had heard the footman called by his name: she knew who Joseph was.
"Do you know Matilda ?" Zo proceeded.
Teresa had heard the housemaid called by her name: she knew who Matilda was.