They all left the aviaries, and turned to the railed paddocks in which the larger birds were assembled.

And still Zo followed so quietly, so silently, that her elder sister--threatened with a rival in good behaviour--looked at her in undisguised alarm.
Incited by Maria (who felt the necessity of vindicating her character) Miss Minerva began a dissertation on cranes, suggested by the birds with the brittle-looking legs hopping up to her in expectation of something to eat.

Ovid was absorbed in attending to his cousin; he had provided himself with some bread, and was helping Carmina to feed the birds.

But one person noticed Zo, now that her strange lapse into good behaviour had lost the charm of novelty.

Old Teresa watched her.