To the astonishment of both of them the coming rebuke proved to be needless.
A sudden transformation to silence and docility had made a new creature of Zo, before they could speak--and Ovid had unconsciously worked the miracle.

For the first time in the child's experience, he had suffered his coat tails to be pulled without immediately attending to her.

Who was he looking at?
It was only too easy to see that Carmina had got him all to herself.

The jealous little heart swelled in Zo's bosom.
In silent perplexity she kept watch on the friend who had never disappointed her before.

Little by little, her slow intelligence began to realise the discovery of something in his face which made him look handsomer than ever, and which she had never seen in it yet.