The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1884-12-26
THE QUILTING BEE.


One night in the Christmas old Miss Rober'-
son she gin qmltin'. 1t sot into rainin' that
mornin', but l amt never seed no sort OF
weather that could back down this settlement
from gwine to party.
Pap lowed if they knowed it would rain tad
poles and pennywinkles they'd go to frolic,
whether they was axcd or not. But if any OF
EN- goes thar drunk, and gifts to cuttin up it
don't take long to ak EN- off, in perticler if
Buddy and ky Robertson is about One teller
tried it thar that night. He was drunk and
timber as a dish-rag, a-windin' all over the
house, and tried to ''set up to" Sissy Tucker.
She wheeled on her heel and left him. Then
he sot in to cussin', and he got tuck out by the
year-Buddy he mighty quick showed him the
big road. 1t made Mol Freshours monstrous
mad she lowed, SISSY Tucker sighted Skimp,
and when she sighted Skimp Wigginsoker she
sighted her betters."
We uns mought have walked over thar that
night, but we didn't want to git our Sunday
shoes ruint in the mud; so Buddy he taken us
i'll the OK Vaughn, and we had power of fun,
for Jinsy Whetlock was along
She came home with me from Atlanty Geor-
gia. when / went over thar to see Cousin
Calline Mason and she never was at quiltin
in her life. When we fust got thar the house
and pi.a-zer was jam full, and 1t looked like
they was all gethered at meetln', and waitin'
for the preacher. You mought have hearn a
pin drap, they was all SO still, and settin up
stiff like they was afeared to move. Theo had
the benches outen the schoo-'ouse sot around
agn the wall, and a-settin' on 'em thick as bis
cults in a oven, the gals all on one side of the
room, and the boys on t'other. The gals had
thar heads combed slick as ribbins, and thar
faces full OF skin powders
II Bud Hamilton can't stir and mix a crowd
together. nobody else needn't try. The old
folks was all in ''t'other house" across the
PLACER a.quiltin', and left the young folks to
;ri Co. h.
fiddler, but the minute Buddy got in he sot EN-
all to playin kissin' games He tied a knot in
the cornder of his Handkerchief and let in to
hittin' ky Robertson over the head.
"Contented or discontinued, Ike ?-say quick,
or III beat you till you tell me-"
Disseminated"
'Whatll content your"
"For all hands to play Johnny Brown"
Il don't want to play that; it's got kissin' in
it, and NAV don't low me to kiss, says Mandy
Strong.
well, you uns ken start you up game of
thimble over thar in the cornder. All them
that's III favor of playin' johnny Brown till
the fiddler comes, jine hands in the ring"
says Buddy.
'Im disconnected agin," says Ky.
"What II content you?"
"For Miss Arminty to stop quiltin'. and
come out t'other house in here and jine the
play"
knowed he didn't want her. and was maxim
fun Miss Arminty" is a sharp nose. long
neck old maid, that goes ever'whar whether
she is wanted or no, and talks about ever thing
and everybody. Ever ody's business is hern;
she is too idlesome and do-ess to have any of
her own. Her tongue Is the occasion of heap
of devllment in the settlement. | never lets
her hear ME say nothin, if | can help it. She
is shore to tell it, and git it all twisted SO by
the time you hear it agin you are ready TO
swar you never said it.
/ tuck Jinsy in "t'other house to see the
quilt. The room was most full of old women,
and dim with terbacker smoke from thar cob
pipes. Miss Gooden and NAV and Aunt Nancy
and old Miss Strong was doin' some good hon
est quiltin but tothers was doin more talkin'
than work.
Old Miss Freshours had left the quilt bekaze
her feet was cold and drawed three-legged
stool up in the oornder, and slipped her feet
outen her Shoes and stuck 'em to the fire to
warm. She was tellin' dream she had about
the comet and the world a-comin to eend,
and it was 30 miracklus ever body held thar
breath and never batted thar eyes. She had
big snuff mop in her mouth, and as she talked
she spit on the hath.
Old Miss Green sot right fernenst her on
tother side of the fire, chin in her hand and
elbow on her knee, putin away at her pipe
She Is monstrous fat, weighs over two hundred.
She doctors the whole settlement on roots and
barks and yerb-tea mixtries, and they say she
can't be beat maxim of pine-pitch plaster.
The fiddler had come, and dancin' was gwine
on in tother house. We could hear Ky Rober'-
sons big mouth calm, "Baance all. "Swing
corners, "All promenade" Old Miss Fresh
ours is a terrible old sinner, but she is agin
dancin'. Her feet is none of the ittlest She
crossed her knees, and gin a monstrous big
spit OF snuff over in the fire (most put it ou),
and lowed, in a religious tone, ''Wa'al, ali