She turned about then and yelled at the top of her voice:
“Sarah! Sarah! Where is that lazy Sarah? Come! Directly!”
A young, thin girl with a clear skin and enormous black eyes came slowly up the stairs and into the room.
“See, Sarah,” cried Mrs. Cohen, “there is two girls that is more smart than you. That one, she is just the same age as you, and she makes good money, yes. She makes twelve dollar a week. You cannot do that. Oh, no!”
Sarah looked at us sullenly, and to our greeting: “How do you do?” she returned: “How’s yourself?” Then turning savagely on her father and stepmother, she snarled:
“And if I can’t make money, whose fault is it? I have to work more hard than a servant even, with all those children of yours!”
“Sarah, Sarah! be more careful of your speech!” cried her mother. “Did not the God above give to you those six little brothers? You should thank Him for His kindness.”
She started down the stairs, followed by her husband. Sarah, however, stayed in the room, and now she smiled at us in a friendly way.
“Say, Miss— What’s your names?”
“Ellen and Marion.”