In the next second he had grasped the side of his chair with the result that that also was pulled along the floor.

He called out hastily "Stop! Stop!" while little Hunne, who saw the situation from his corner, now flew to his elder brother's assistance, hung on to the chair from behind, planting his little feet firmly on the ground, and throwing his weight backward as well as he knew how.

His efforts were insufficient, however, and he was dragged along the floor as if he were on a coast.

Wili and Lili were determined to finish their undertaking, and kept on pulling and pulling.
"Stop! Stop! Wiling and Liling You terrible twinning" cried Jule, while little Hunne added his voice to swell the tumult.
At this the mother made her appearance upon the scene, and the uproar was stilled at once.

Jule swung himself panting back into his chair, and Hunne slowly regained his equilibrium.
"My dear Jule, why do you make the children behave so badly?
You ought to know better at your age," said his mother reprovingly.
"Certainly, mother, certainly, in future I will do better, but if you will look at it from another side, I am doing something, in affording the twins an opportunity to be of use, instead of carrying on their usual mischievous pranks." "Jule, Jule, that does not look like doing better," said his mother warningly.