The answer was right.

Poor Hunne was quite depressed at this unexpected blow, and in a moment he said somewhat pitifully, "Oh dear! papa, if you had not said that about 'thank you, to-morrow,' for the soup, then no one would ever have found it out.

Now I shall have no more fun with it." But Dora had a comforting word for him, even now, and whispered softly, "Yes, Hunne dear, you shall have some more fun with it, for I will bring over my album this afternoon, and I will guide your hand while you write the charade in it, and then I will take it to Karlsruhe, and show it to all the people I know there, and they will all try to guess it." So Hunne was comforted, and was able to finish his dinner happily.

But under the apple-tree where they were assembled for the last time, the family were in very low spirits.

For the next day Dora must stay with her aunt to help her, and could not join them until the evening, in time for the good-bye feast.