"WHEN JESS WENT A-FIDDLIN'"
whatever bad impression she might create. She paused at the screen-door that barred the entrance to the kitchen, and, for an instant, surveyed the scene within. Then she cried out:
"You des ez well ter come out'n dat kitchen! You ain't got no mo' bizness in dar dan a new-born baby."
Aunt Minervy Ann's voice was so loud and absolute that the lady gazed at her in mute astonishment. "You des es well ter come out!" she insisted.
"Are you crazy?" the lady asked, in all seriousness.
"I'm des ez crazy now ez I ever been; an' I tell you you des ez well ter come out'n dar."
"Who are you anyhow?"
"I'm Minervy Ann Perdue, at home an' abroad, an' in dish yer great town whar you can't git niggers ter cook fer you."
"Well, if you want me to come out of the kitchen, you will have to come in and do the cooking."
"Dat 'zackly what I'm gwine ter do!" exclaimed Aunt Minervy Ann. She went into the kitchen, demanded an apron, and took entire charge, "I'm mighty glad I come 'fo' you got started," she said, "'kaze you got 'nuff fier in dis stove fer ter bar-
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