Rolf had early betaken himself to the garden, and had settled down in a sequestered summer-house, where he could think over all sorts of things, without fear of being disturbed.
After the flood had subsided (a flood this time without water), and when the dove had returned with the olive-branch, and quiet was restored in the land, new schemes began to work in Lili's busy little head.
"What do you say, Wili, to coming down-stairs to look at Rolf's new bow; he left it in the passage-way last evening." Wili was all agog at the idea, and they both scampered down-stairs.

Lili knew the corner where Rolf had placed the bow, and there too was the quiver, with its two feathered arrows.
"Just see how jolly this is;" said Lili, "you pull this string back, and put the arrow here, and then let the string fly, and off goes the arrow like anything.

I saw just how Rolf did it; and suppose we try to see how it works!" "But we must not shoot with it; don't you remember that papa said so, Lili ?" "I don't mean to shoot, but only to try it.

I just want to see how it is done; don't you understand ?" This explanation satisfied Wili.
"Where shall we try it?
There is not room in this passage." "No, no; I know where, in the garden.

Come along;" and Lili ran off with the quiver, while Wili followed with the bow.