"The boy dances.

Like this." She cocked her head, and slapped her thigh, and imitated the boy.

"And sometimes he sings!" she cried with another outburst of admiration.
_"Yah-yah-yah-bellah-vitah-yah!_ That's Italian, Carmina." The door opened again while the performer was in full vigour--and Miss Minerva appeared.
When she entered the room, Carmina at once saw that Zo had correctly observed her governess.

Miss Minerva's heavy eyebrows lowered; her lips were pale; her head was held angrily erect, "Carmina!" she said sharply, "you shouldn't encourage that child." She turned round, in search of the truant pupil.

Incurably stupid at her lessons, Zo's mind had its gleams of intelligence, in a state of liberty.