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Tom Lincon says, said George, speaking with his mouth full, that their Jinny is a better cook than you. Dem Lincons ant much count, no way! said Aunt Chloe, contemptuously; I mean, set along side our folks. They s spectable folks enough in a kinder plain way; but, as to gettin up anything in style, they dont begin to have a notion on t. Set Masr Lincon, now, alongside Masr Shelby! Good Lor! and Missis Lincon,can she kinder sweep it into a room like my missis,so kinder splendid, yer know! O, go way! dont tell me nothin of dem Lincons!and Aunt Chloe tossed her head as one who hoped she did know something of the world. Well, though, Ive heard you say, said George, that Jinny was a pretty fair cook. So I did, said Aunt Chloe,I may say dat. Good, plain, common cookin, Jinnyll do;make a good pone o bread,bile her taters far,her corn cakes isnt extra, not extra now, Jinnys corn cakes isnt, but then theys far,but, Lor, come to de higher branches, and what can she do? Why, she makes piessartin she does; but what kinder crust? Can she make your real flecky paste, as melts in your mouth, and lies all up like a puff? Now, I went over thar when Miss Mary was gwine to be married, and Jinny she jest showed me de weddin pies. Jinny and I is good friends, ye know. I never said nothin; but go long, Masr George! Why, I shouldnt sleep a wink for a week, if I had a batch of pies like dem ar. Why, dey want no count t all. I suppose Jinny thought they were ever so nice, said George. Thought so!didnt she? Thar she was, showing em, as innocentye see, its jest here, Jinny dont know. Lor, the family ant nothing! She cant be spected to know! Tant no fault o hem. Ah, Masr George, you doesnt know half your privileges in yer family and bringin up! Here Aunt Chloe sighed, and rolled up her eyes with emotion. Im sure, Aunt Chloe, I understand I my pie and pudding privileges, said George. Ask Tom Lincon if I dont crow over him, every time I meet him. Aunt Chloe sat back in her chair, and indulged in a hearty guffaw of laughter, at this witticism of young Masrs, laughing till the tears rolled down her black, shining cheeks, and varying the exercise with playfully slapping and poking Masr Georgey, and telling him to go way, and that he was a casethat he was fit to kill her, and that he sartin would kill her, one of these days; and, between each of these sanguinary predictions, going off into a laugh, each longer and stronger than the other, till George really began to think that he was a very dangerously witty fellow, and that it became him to be careful how he talked as funny as he could. And so ye telled Tom, did ye? O, Lor! what young uns will be up ter! Ye crowed over Tom? O, Lor! Masr George, if ye wouldnt make a hornbug laugh! Yes, said George, I says to him, Tom, you ought to see some of Aunt Chloes pies; theyre the right sort, says I. Pity, now, Tom couldnt, said Aunt Chloe, on whose benevolent heart the idea of Toms benighted condition seemed to make a strong impression. Ye oughter just ask him here to dinner, some o these times, Masr George, she added; it would look quite pretty of ye. Ye know, Masr George, ye oughtenter feel bove nobody, on count yer privileges, cause all our privileges is gin to us; we ought alays to member that, said Aunt Chloe, looking quite serious. Well, I mean to ask Tom here, some day next week, said George; and you do your prettiest, Aunt Chloe, and well make him stare. Wont we make him eat so he wont get over it for a fortnight? Yes, yessartin, said Aunt Chloe, delighted; |
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