Her voice was tender and sad like that of all the Magyar women, and Marushka thought she had never heard anything so beautiful as the song to which Banda Bela's notes added a perfect accompaniment.
Then the wedding cakes were passed about, and the little girl had her full share. Banda Bela rejoiced in the present of a silver piece from the Baron.
"Who is this child?" demanded the Baroness, attracted by Marushka's fair hair amidst the dark-haired little Magyars and Slövaks.
"A little one adopted by Aszszony Semeyer," replied the magistrate, "as is also the Gypsy boy who played for you."
"She does not look like a Gypsy child," said the Baroness, knitting her brows a little. "She reminds me of some one I have seen—" as Marushka smiled up at her and made her a quaint little peasant's courtesy with more than peasant's grace.
"'WHO IS THIS CHILD?' DEMANDED THE BARONESS"
FOOTNOTES:
[10] Room.
[11] Salable daughters.