"My plans are changed," was all he said to Teresa.

"Make your mind easy; I'm not going away." The strange old creature snapped her fingers joyously.

"Good-bye! I want no more of you." With those cool and candid words of farewell, she advanced to the door--stopped suddenly to think--and came back.

Only a moment had passed, and she was as sternly in earnest again as ever.
"May I call you by your name ?" she asked.
"Certainly!" "Listen, Ovid! I may not see you again before I go back to my husband.
This is my last word--never forget it.

Even Carmina may have enemies!" What could she be thinking of?
"Enemies--in my mother's house!" Ovid exclaimed.