midday
` But how on earth is your master ever able to throw you ? ' At this question , Peter Gyuricza shifted his mantle from one shoulder to the other , and twisting his moustache , replied : ` As often as his Excellency throws me I get five florins . ' So that was the secret of Muki 's acrobatic triumphs . After that , the herdsman conducted us to the great summer farm , which was a good distance from the hut where the calves are put to rest at midday . There , a savoury luncheon , prepared by the wife of the herdsman , awaited us . She was a buxom , smart young woman , with roguish eyes and radiating eyebrows , all life and freshness , a true blossom of the _ puszta _ . -LSB- 36 -RSB- I caught myself looking repeatedly in the mirror , and making comparisons between her face and my own .