"Did you guess it?"
"No, Rolf, I can never guess that; I am so sorry, I know I am dreadfully slow. It will be awfully tiresome for you to be with me," said Dora regretfully.
"Of course not! You are not used to it yet, Dora," Rolf consoled her. "Try it a few times and you'll do it quite easily. I'll say another quite easy one now:"
"'My first is just an animal forlorn.
My second that to which we should be heir,
And with my whole some lucky few are born
While others win it if they fight despair.'"
"I can't guess that one either. Please don't take such trouble with me, Rolf. You see, I never did it before," wailed Dora.
"Wait, you might guess another," and before Dora could deny him, Rolf had begun to recite with a loud voice:
"'My first one oft bestows upon a pet,
My second makes a wholesome kind of bread;
My third is something each one tries to get—
And often spends my whole before he's dead.'"
"I SUPPOSE IT IS PATRIMONY, MY SON," SAID MR. TITUS,
PATTING ROLF'S SHOULDER.
"I know," said a deep bass voice behind the children, startling them for a moment.