Then Dora began to laugh.
"It is Uncle Titus," she said, "he is sitting there in the summer-house.
Come, Rolf, let us go in and see him."
Rolf assented; and they found Uncle Titus sitting there with his chair
tipped back against the wall, looking very much pleased to see them. Rolf
returned his greeting very cordially, and inquired quite casually whether
he had guessed the riddle.
"I think it must be 'Caesar,' is it not, my son?" said Uncle Titus tapping
the lad kindly on the shoulder.
"Yes, that's right; and did you hear the others I was saying, and did you
guess them?"
"Possibly, possibly, my son," replied the good man. "I am much mistaken if
the first is not 'Milky-way,' and the second, 'Plato.'"
"Both right!" cried Rolf, highly delighted. "It is the greatest fun to
make riddles and have them guessed so quickly. I have another, and
another, and one more. May I give you another, Mr. Ehrenreich?"
"Certainly, my dear boy, why not? out with them, all three, and we will
try to guess them all.
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