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Missis,’ says I; ‘it really hurts my feelin’s now, to see good vittles spiled dat ar way! Cake ris all to one side-no shape at all; no more than my shoe;- go ‘way!’” And with this final expression of contempt for Sally’s greenness, Aunt Chloe whipped the cover off the bake-kettle and disclosed to view a neatly-baked pound- cake, of which no city confectioner need to have been ashamed. This being evi- dently the central point of the entertainment, Aunt Chloe began now to bustle about earnestly in the supper department. “Here you, Mose and Pete! get out de way, you niggers! Get away, Polly, honey,- mammy’ll give her baby somefin’, by and by. Now, Mas’r George, you jest take off dem books, and set down now with my old man, and I’ll take up de sausages, and have de first griddle full of cakes on your plates in less dan no time.” “They wanted me to come to supper in the house,” said George; “but I knew what was what too well for that, Aunt Chloe.” “So you did-so you did, honey,” said Aunt Chloe, heaping the smoking batter- cakes on his plate; “you know’d your old aunty’d keep the best for you. O, let you alone for dat! Go ‘way!” And, with that, aunty gave George a nudge with her finger, designed to be immensely facetious, and turned again to her griddle with great briskness. |
