Well, Mr.Hubbard, Arthur and I having nothing else to do, got hungry, and as it was a fine evening, thought we would walk out in search of something to satisfy our appetites, and there being a pretty girl in Brown's bakehouse, who waits on customers, we took that direction.

Arthur, you know, is engaged to be married, and has no excuse for such things, but I having no such ties, am free to search for pretty faces, and to make the most of it when I find them.

We walked on, arm-in-arm, and when we got to the shop, there stood Mrs.Brown behind the counter, big as all out doors, with a very red face, and in a violent perspiration; there was some thing wrong with the old lady 'twas easy to see." "'Well, Mrs.Brown,' said Arthur, for I was looking in the glass cases and under the counter for the pretty face, 'have you any rusk ?' "'Yes, sir, we _always_ have rusk,' said Mrs.Brown, tartly.
"'Will you give us some, and some cakes, or whatever you have?
and then we will go and get some soda water, Abel.' "Mrs.Brown fussed about like a 'bear with a sore head,' and at last she broke out against _that gal_.
"'Where on earth has she put that cake ?' said she.

'I sent her in here with it an hour ago; just like her, lazy, good-for-nothing Irish thing.
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.