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.
"I have it," cried Rolf at last, much delighted. "It is Cat-nip!"
"O, O, what a guess! what are you thinking of? It is something very
different, entirely different. It is music. Mew--sick--music, don't you
see?"
"Oh, yes," said Rolf rather abashed. "Now wait Jule, here's another. What
is this?"
"My first sings by the water side,
My next is Heidelberg's great pride,
My whole was a blind poet, who
In England lived and suffered too."
"Shakspere," said Julius, whose pride it was to answer instantly.
"Wrong," cried Rolf, delighted. "How could a _shake_ sing by the water
side, Jule?"
"Oh, I supposed you meant a shake in somebody's voice, as he was riding or
driving along," said Jule, to justify himself.
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