It did not take Hunne long to learn the lines, and he started off at once to find the governess.  She was sitting with Wili and Lili in the school room, patiently trying to get them to finish their examples; but they were both so absent-minded, that she was sure that they were planning something extraordinarily mischievous.  In rushed the little Hunne: 

“A riddle, Miss Han—­”

“No, positively no!  This is not the proper time to bring me things to guess.”

The voice was very firm, almost severe, but Hunne had Jule to back him, so he was full of courage, and he kept repeating;

“Jule told me to.”

“Well, say it then quickly,” said the governess, relenting a little.

And Hunne repeated the riddle very slowly but correctly.

Now Miss Hanenwinkel was a native of Bremen, and therefore very quick at repartee, and she never hesitated for an answer.  She seated herself directly at a table, and dashed off the following in reply: 

    “In the long hot hours that mark my first,
               My whole my second did invite
               Together gaily to unite. 
     When the ripe nuts their coverings burst,
     They did the work—­he ate his share,
     Then tossed the nut-shells everywhere.”

“There, take this back to Mr. Julius,” she said, handing the paper to Hunne, “and tell him that as he made such a fine charade on my name, I do not wish to be behind-hand with him.  Now, after this, stay away, little one, for we have our examples to do, and we cannot be interrupted again.”

Wili and Lili for their part, did not seem to care if the examples were interrupted.  It was only too evident that they had something in their minds; and that it disturbed their little brains to such an extent, that work was almost impossible for them.  While their teacher was busy with the charade and little Hunne, the twins had drawn their chairs nearer and nearer, and laid their two heads together over some very important plans—­so very important and engrossing that Miss Hanenwinkel soon closed the book, with the remark that if the arithmetic were only some foolish nonsensical trick or other, there might be some chance of their being willing to work over it and understand it.  She was probably right, for the twins had certainly an unusual talent for tricks of all kinds.  No sooner was the lesson-hour over, than they rushed forth, and betook themselves to the wash-house, where they stood gazing at the tubs of various sizes, and whispering mysteriously.

At dinner-time, Julius taking out a paper, asked,

“Who can guess this excellent charade, composed by Miss Hanenwinkel?” and he read it aloud.

He had scarcely finished when Rolf called out the answer, “July-us!”

Miss Hanenwinkel however said nothing about the lines which Julius had composed on her name, for she was rather shy about the little slap at her peculiarity of speech, that appeared in the last line.