the kid

The neighbour's kid, Hannah, beetled into the kitchen.

"Can I have a slice of madeira cake?" said she.

"Yes," said I, cutting a slice. "It's the first piece. You see. You get the bit with the brown on the side as well as on the top. It's the tastiest bit."

She inspected it.

"I don't want that one," she pronounced.

"Why not?" said I.

"Because it's the end bit with brown on the side."

"Here then," said I cutting her another slice.

She accepted it graciously.

A thought struck her.

"Okay," quoth she, "I'll take the first one as well."

And she did.