But hardly had Klári sung the last note before Sándor Decsi had stuck the short clay pipe in his mouth again.
"There you go, putting that horrid pipe in your mouth!" she exclaimed sulkily.
"Well, it matches me, I'm horrid too," said the lad.
"You are, just a horrid rascal! A lad like you is good for nothing else but to be turned into a distaff, and stuck up behind the door!"
So saying she gave him a shove with her elbow.
"Now what are you coming round me for?" he asked.
"I coming round you? Do I want you! If lads like you were sold by the dozen, never a one would I buy. I was blind and cracked for sure to have loved you? Why, I could have ten such lads as you for every one of my ten fingers!"
She stormed in so genuine a manner that at last even Bodri was deceived, and believing that his mistress was offended with this horrid man, jumped up and began growling at him. It made the girl laugh heartily, but the csikós neither caught her merriment nor saw any cause for laughter. He just sat there, moody and silent, holding his pipe between his teeth. The pipe was not alight, for indeed it was empty. Then the girl tried teasing him.
"Well, dear! You are quite aware of your own good looks!" she said, "You wouldn't laugh for the world, would you? Why it would squeeze up your two black eyes, and make your two red lips quite crooked, and all your beauty would be spoiled!"
"Debreczin town does not pay me for being beautiful."