"Pretty ones? Perhaps you will write a few in my album; who are they by?"
"Well, the prettiest are by Vad Janos."
"Vad Janos! and who is Vad Janos?"
"Ah, now! you see you do not know him, although he was poetical præceptora."
"And has he published many works?"
"Why, I believe so. That beautiful poem called 'Spring;' then his 'Ode to a Sausage'—that's a capital thing; and then the 'Maize King's complaint against the Trailing Bean'—ah, that is superb!"
"And where are they all published?" asked Linka humbly.
"Why, in the Hippocrene," replied Sandor confidently.
"And what is that?" asked Lina again, with pious awe.
"It is the name of a newspaper."