Zo was determined to write to Ovid, if she was not allowed to go with him.

"Pa's going to write to you--why shouldn't I ?" she screamed through her tears.

"Dear Zoe, you are too young," Maria remarked.
"Damned nonsense!" sobbed Mr.Gallilee; "she _shall_ write!" "Time, time!" Mrs.Gallilee reiterated.

Taking no part in the dispute, Ovid directed two envelopes for Zo, and quieted her in that way.

He hurried into the hall; he glanced at the stairs that led to the drawing-room.
Carmina was on the landing, waiting for a farewell look at him.