"Well!" he said with a little sigh, "a cigar keeps one company." Miss Minerva (absorbed in her own thoughts) passed near him, on her way to the school-room with her pupils.

"You would find it so yourself, Miss Minerva--that is to say, if you smoked, which of course you don't.

Be a good girl, Zo; attend to your lessons." Zo's perversity in the matter of lessons put its own crooked construction on this excellent advice.

She answered in a whisper, "Give us a holiday." The passing aspirations of idle minds, being subject to the law of chances, are sometimes fulfilled, and so exhibit poor human wishes in a consolatory light.

Thanks to the conversation between Carmina and Ovid, Zo got her holiday after all.
Mrs.Gallilee, still as amiable as ever, had joined her son and her niece at the aviary.