"We may run over some other poor creature," she said.

"If it isn't a dog, it may be a child next time." Teresa and the music-seller suggested a more reasonable view as gravely as they could.

Carmina humbly submitted to the claims of common sense--without yielding, for all that.

"I know I'm wrong," she confessed.

"Don't spoil my pleasure; I can't do it!" The strange parallel was now complete.