Moreover, Julius, the eldest brother, declared that the baby's little stumpy nose made him look like a Hun, and so the name was very appropriate.

But his mother would not admit the resemblance.
The little one had so much to tell his father, that there was not time to wait for the end of his story, and it had to be cut short.
"Bye and bye, little Hunne, you shall tell me all about it.

Now it is time for Wili and Lili." And giving the twins each a kiss he asked them, "Well now, have you been very good and happy?
and obedient, too, all this long time ?" "Almost always," replied Wili rather timidly, while Lili, recalling certain deviations from perfect obedience during her father's absence, thought it best not to make any answer.

The twins were eight years old, and perfectly inseparable, never more so than in planning and carrying out various delightful plans, of whose mischievousness they were really only half conscious.
"And you, Rolf, how is it with you ?" said the father, turning to a twelve-year old lad with a high forehead, and a strong, firm neck.

"Plenty of Latin learned?
More new puzzles ready ?" "I have been doing both, father," said the boy.