They're nothing but white niggers, after all, these Irish. Here, Ann,' she
bawled out, 'come here!'

"'Coming,' said Ann, from within the glass door.

"'Come this minute,' said the old woman, and Ann's pretty Irish face showed
itself immediately.

"'Where's that 'lection cake I told you to bring here?'

"'You didn't tell me to bring no cake here, Mrs. Brown,' said Ann.

"'I did, you little liar, you,' said Mrs. Brown. 'You Irish are born liars.
Go, bring it here.'

"Ann disappeared, and soon returned, looking triumphant. 'Mr. Brown says he
brought it in when you told him, and covered it in that box--so I aint such
a liar, after all.'

"'You are,' said Mrs. Brown, 'and a thief too.'

"Ann's Irish blood was up.

"'I'm neither,' said she; 'but I'm an orphan, and poor; that's why I'm
scolded and cuffed about.'

"Mrs. Brown's blood was up too, and she struck the poor girl in the face,
and her big, hard hand was in an instant covered with blood, which spouted
out from Ann's nose.