And better still, she helped her little friend by a timely guess at what was coming, presented under the form of a reminder.

"You saw Mr.
Ovid's face close to Carmina's face," she suggested.
Zo nodded furiously--the end of it was coming already.
"And before that," Teresa went on, "you saw Joseph's face close to Matilda's face." "I saw Joseph kiss Matilda!" Zo burst out, with a scream of triumph.
"Why doesn't Ovid kiss Carmina ?" A deep bass voice, behind them, answered gravely: "Because the governess is in the way." And a big bamboo walking-stick pointed over their heads at Miss Minerva.

Zo instantly recognised the stick, and took it into her own hands.
Teresa turned--and found herself in the presence of a remarkable man..