On the evening of the fourth day I received a letter announcing the coming of visitors, and it unfortunately occurred to me that Chang-how might assist Anarky in the laundry, thus affording her an opportunity for greater display in the culinary department; so I called him up: "You washeeman, Chang-how?" "Oh yes, I washee all light," said Chang. "You help Anarky iron to-day I give you more money." "All light! How muchee?" "One dollar." "Two dollar." "One dollar." "No washee one dollar," said Chang. "No washee at all, then." "One dollar ap." "Nor a dollar and a half: I get other washee." "Melican man no washee ap." "Oh yes. Melican woman suit me." "All light! I washee one dollar." "Very well. As soon, then, as you leave the dining-room go to the laundry. And, Chang, no make cook cross." "Cook too much talkee: cookee bad egg." "Well, you no make cookee cross perhaps I give you more money." "All light! How muchee?" "No matter: a quarter." "Ap." "A half, then." Going to the laundry, I said to Anarky, "Chang-how will assist you in the ironing to-day, so that you can get through quickly and show my friends some of your best cooking, Anarky. I do hope--" "What Shang-doodle know 'bout i'unin'?" asked Anarky sulkily. "Oh, he knows ever so much," said I with cheerful faith; "and I do hope you will try to get on nicely with him this time. You know what the Bible says about brothers dwelling together in unity, and all that?" "Chang-jaw ain't none o' my brudder, an' I ain't none o' his'n," resisted Anarky. "Oh yes, we are all brothers; and if you will only be Chang-how's long enough to get through with the ironing, I will give you almost anything you want." "Gimme a nigger all day long," said Anarky: "I fa'rly hates a Chinee an' a Orrisher." "Try it to-day, though, Anarky, for my sake," said I persuasively; and she consented, though sulkily enough. Hearing Chang-how coming, I seated myself on the stairway leading into the laundry, curious to see how they would work together. Anarky pointed authoritatively to a heap of dried linen. "Sprinkle dem ar cloze," said she to Chang. "I'm gwine out in de yard to git what's on de line." While she was gone, Chang-how, as is the manner of his people, filled his mouth with water, and was blowing it in a fine spray over the linen when Anarky appeared in the doorway, a basket of clothes on her head, her knuckles on her hips. As she caught sight of Chang-how moistening the linen with water from his mouth she stopped: she staggered, her basket fell to the floor, and, stooping down, she threw her hands above her head, then brought them down again with a violent slap on her knees. "Good Lor'! come down," said she, "an' look at dat yaller houn' a-spittin' on Mis' Maud's cloze.--I got you now! Can't nobody blame me fur beatin' you 'bout _dat_."