"My first in France, applaudingly
The people to the actors cry:
With steady aim full in the eye,
To hit my second you must try;
My whole's a prince of prowess high,
Who fought the fight for Germany."

"That is Bismarck, of course," said the quick-witted lad.

"O, O, how quickly you guessed it," said Rolf, quite taken aback.

"Now it is my turn; pay attention. You must try hard for this now. I have
just made it up." And Jule declaimed with emphasis:

"My first transforms the night,
And puts its peace to flight.
My second should you now become,
You scarce will move, for fife or drum.
My whole hath power to soothe you all,
Be your delight in church, or camp, or ball."

"That is hard," said Rolf, who was rather a slow thinker. "Wait a moment,
Jule, I shall get it soon." So Rolf sat down on an ottoman to think it
over at his ease.

The big Jule and the little Hunne in the mean time pursued their
occupation without interruption. As an extra proof of his skill, Julius
practised with the shells at hitting different objects in the room, to his
little brother's delight and admiration.