"Ice makes me cry sometimes, it is so cold.

Cream certainly needs a spoon, and I have often heard the cry, 'To-morrow please,' when ice-cream has been mentioned." Hunne spun round with delight.

"No, no!" he shouted.

It was almost too good to be true, that his father should have missed it too.

He scampered about crying out to everyone, "Guess! guess!" Rolf was really vexed not to be able to see through this simple little "Hunne riddle" as he called it; and was mortified to perceive that he had made a worse guess than any one.
Meantime the days were passing.