A head was raised up and two sharp eyes were directed towards her.

It was a man who had half raised himself on the long chair which was covered by the skin.
As soon as she saw that it was a human being and not a lion, she came nearer and asked quite confidentially, "Do you happen to know where the beautiful old mignonette is, that mama saw in the garden here ?" "No," the man answered curtly.
"Maybe Mr.Trius knows, but one can't ask him.

Are you afraid of Mr.
Trius, too ?" Maezli asked.
"No." "But he always goes about with a big stick.

Kurt has made a song about him where he tells everything that Mr.Trius does," Maezli chattered on.
"It begins like this: Old Trius lives in our town, A haughty man is he, And every one that he can catch He beats right heartily.
I don't remember the rest, but it is quite long.

But he wants to make a song about Salo now, because he is so awfully nice.