"My first's a most delicious drink, But best of all when fresh, I think. Add then my second, and you make An adjective, small pains to take! My third must strait and narrow prove Or 'twill not lead to heaven above. Now for my whole--a countless host In which each separate light is lost. "Have you guessed it, Dora?" "No, and I'm sure I cannot guess it. I am terribly dull at such things. I am sorry; for it makes it stupid for you, but I can't help it," said Dora dolefully. "Of course you can't help it now, because you are not used to them," said the boy consolingly. "I will give you an easier one to begin with: "For full enjoyment of our youth My first is needful as the truth, And at man's very farthest end My second comes--and now attend, Master of Greek Philosophy My whole, its shining crown you see." "I cannot, I cannot, you are only losing time and trouble, Rolf, I do not know the least bit about Greek things," said Dora sighing. "Never mind, I will try another country; how is this?" and before Dora could protest, the indefatigable riddle-maker declaimed: "My fickle first is said to be England's high-road of industry; But Germany denies the same And with a _Key_ she makes her claim. In Russia, nihilistic power Threatens my second, every hour. But Rome, Imperial Rome, to you, My whole was pride and terror too!" "That's true!" It was a deep voice that echoed in the surrounding darkness, and the startled children clung to each other for a moment in terror. Then Dora began to laugh. "It is Uncle Titus," she said, "he is sitting there in the summer-house. Come, Rolf, let us go in and see him." Rolf assented; and they found Uncle Titus sitting there with his chair tipped back against the wall, looking very much pleased to see them. Rolf returned his greeting very cordially, and inquired quite casually whether he had guessed the riddle. "I think it must be 'Caesar,' is it not, my son?" said Uncle Titus tapping the lad kindly on the shoulder. "Yes, that's right; and did you hear the others I was saying, and did you guess them?" "Possibly, possibly, my son," replied the good man. "I am much mistaken if the first is not 'Milky-way,' and the second, 'Plato.'" "Both right!" cried Rolf, highly delighted. "It is the greatest fun to make riddles and have them guessed so quickly. I have another, and another, and one more. May I give you another, Mr. Ehrenreich?" "Certainly, my dear boy, why not? out with them, all three, and we will try to guess them all." Rolf was enchanted, and set about recalling them. "I will take the shortest first," he said: "My first implies strength and grace; In all things my second finds place; My whole was the scourge of the race." "Have you guessed that?" "Very likely, very likely, my son; now the next:"