"I have been with the band only a few weeks," he said. "Old Jarnik told me that they found the child deserted by the roadside and took care of her." "A likely story," sniffed the woman. "I shall go and see this Jarnik!" "But he cannot answer--" began Banda Bela, when the good woman interrupted-- "Not answer! Boy! there is no man, be he Gypsy or Christian, who will not answer me!" The shepherd nodded his head reminiscently. "Jarnik won't," said Marushka. "He's dead!" "Dead!" The woman was a little disconcerted. "He died during the night," said Banda Bela. "There is great wailing for him now. We came away because nobody wanted us around. They will wail all day." "Eat with us again, children," said the kind-hearted shepherd. "Your cheeks are the cheeks of famine. You are hungry, both eat! and the boy can make music for us. There will be time enough to question the Gypsies to-morrow." Before the herder's hut a bough with several short branches protruding from it had been thrust into the ground, and upon these cooking pots had been hung. Soon _goulash_ was simmering in the pot, and _kasa_ was tossed together. The peasant's wife had brought bread and fine cheese, and curious-looking things which the children had never seen before. "These are potatoes," said she. "They are new things to eat in this part of the country. The Government wants to encourage the people to earn their living from the earth. So it has made a study of all that can be raised in the country. Hungary produces grapes, maize, wheat, cereals, hemp, hops, and all manner of vegetables, and the State helps the people to raise crops in every way that it can. About five years ago the head of the Department of Agriculture decided that the people should be taught to raise potatoes, which are cheap vegetables and very nourishing. Arrangements were made with three large farms at Bars, Nyitra, and Szepes, to raise potatoes from seeds sent them by the Department. The next season these potatoes were distributed for seed to smaller farmers, with the condition that they in turn distribute potatoes for seed to other farmers. In this way nearly everyone soon was raising potatoes. "Sit and eat," said she, and the children feasted royally. There was white wine to drink, but Marushka had buffalo's milk, cool and sweet. The little girl's face was smiling and she looked bright and happy. Then Banda Bela played his very best, for the kindness had won his heart. "Can you sing, boy? Have you music in your throat as well as in your fingers?" asked the shepherd's wife. "I sing a little, yes," he answered. "I will sing to you the 'Yellow Cockchafer,' which Czuika Panna sang to Ràkoczi."[5] [Illustration: Music] Cserebogár sarga cserebogár Nem Kérdem én töled mi Korlesz nyár Ast sem Kérdem sokáig élek e? Csak azt mond meg rozsámé leszek e?