I have just made it up." And Jule declaimed with emphasis: "My first transforms the night, And puts its peace to flight.
My second should you now become, You scarce will move, for fife or drum.
My whole hath power to soothe you all, Be your delight in church, or camp, or ball." "That is hard," said Rolf, who was rather a slow thinker.

"Wait a moment, Jule, I shall get it soon." So Rolf sat down on an ottoman to think it over at his ease.
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.