The clock on the mantelpiece struck six.

Zo, turning suddenly from the window, ran to the sofa.

"Here's the carriage!" she cried.
"Teresa!" Carmina exclaimed.
Zo crossed the room, on tiptoe, to the door of the bed-chamber.

"It's mamma," she said.

"Don't tell! I'm going to hide." "Why, dear ?" The answer to this was given mysteriously in a whisper.