There shall be no lack of cakes and wine." "Hurrah! hurrah! Long live the count!" shouted the pupils, and all who had caps tossed them into the air.

Ulrich was carried away by the enthusiasm of the others; and all the evil words his father had so lavishly heaped on the handsome, merry gentleman--all Hangemarx's abuse of knights and nobles were forgotten.
The abbot and his companion withdrew, but as soon as the boys knew that they were unobserved, Count Lips cried: "You fellow yonder, you greenhorn, threw the stone over the roof.

I saw it.

Come here.

Over the roof?
That should be my right.