Zo! come and give him a kiss, poor fellow.

Where's Zo ?" Mrs.Gallilee made the discovery--she dragged Zo into view, from under the table.

Ovid took his little sister on his knee, and asked why she had hidden herself.
"Because I don't want to say good-bye!" cried the child, giving her reason with a passionate outbreak of sorrow that shook her from head to foot.

"Take me with you, Ovid, take me with you!" He did his best to console her, under adverse circumstances.

Mrs.Gallilee's warning voice sounded like a knell--"Time! time!" Zo's shrill treble rang out louder still.