"Poor wretch!" he thought.
"What an infernal temper, and how hard she tries to control it!" He joined Carmina, with a new delight in being near her again.

Zo was still in ecstasies over the Piping Crow.

"Oh, the jolly little chap! Look how he cocks his head! He mocks me when I whistle.

Buy him," cried Zo, tugging at Ovid's coat tails in the excitement that possessed her; "buy him, and let me take him home with me!" Some visitors within hearing began to laugh.

Miss Minerva opened her lips; Maria opened her lips.