"You must know, father, that the hazel-nuts are
almost ripe and I am watching them carefully, and meantime I am riding
Castor a good deal, so that he may not grow too lazy."
Julius was at home now only for the summer holidays, his school being in a
distant town. He was seventeen, and tall, even too tall for his years so
that in the family he was generally called "Big Jule."
Mr. Birkenfeld now turned to shake hands with the children's governess and
the dear friend of the family, Miss Hanenwinkel, when Jule interrupted
him.
"Come papa, I beg that you will do the rest of your greetings in the
garden, where a most astonishing reception awaits you."
But his words cost him dear, for Wili and Lili sprang upon him as he
spoke, pinching, pounding and thumping him to give him to understand that
the "surprise" was not a thing to be talked about beforehand. He defended
himself to the best of his ability.
"Lili, you little gad-fly, you, stop, stop, I tell you. I will make it all
right," and he shouted to his father,
"I mean you are to go into the garden where my mother has prepared all
sorts of delicious things for your supper, to celebrate your return.
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