"Well, 'twas:
"'Nigger, nigger, never die,
Black face and shiny eye,
Flat nose and crooked toes,
That's the way the nigger goes.'"
"Wasn't that horrid of her?" we cried. "And what did you say?"
"Well, I held my head up same as a white lady, an' I answered her back same as a white lady, an' I called out to her:
"'I had a little dog
An' his name was Dash,
'Druther be a nigger
Than po' white trash!'"
"Well, I'm glad you got back at her; and now come on and let's get the cottage in such good order that we won't care which way the owner comes in," and Dee gave Blanche a friendly pat on her broad shoulder. The girl left us, her good-humour restored by our sympathy, and if there was a speck of dirt left in that kitchen it would have taken a magnifying glass to find it.
Trunks were soon packed, and we had proceeded to the business of dismantling beds (all but on our porch), when we heard the rasping voice of Mrs. Rand in the living room below, that wily woman having slipped in through the kitchen while Blanche's back was turned.
"Hey—Miss Tucker Twins!! Where's that so-called paw of yours? I come over to go over the inventory with him."
"Inventory! What inventory?" asked Tweedles from the balcony.