They 's 'spectable folks enough in a kinder plain way; but, as to gettin' up anything in style, they don't begin to have a notion on 't.

Set Mas'r Lincon, now, alongside Mas'r 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! don't 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, I've 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', Jinny'll do;--make a good pone o' bread,--bile her taters _far_,--her corn cakes isn't extra, not extra now, Jinny's corn cakes isn't, but then they's far,--but, Lor, come to de higher branches, and what _can_ she do?
Why, she makes pies--sartin 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, Mas'r George! Why, I shouldn't sleep a wink for a week, if I had a batch of pies like dem ar.