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32               UNCLE TOM'S CABIN; OR
" Well, you made out well with that dinner, — I re­member everybody said so," said George.
" Did n't I ? And wan't I behind de dinin'-room door dat bery day ? and did n't I see de General pass his plate three times for some more dat bery pie ? — and, says he, * You must have an uncommon cook, Mrs. Shelby.' Lor ! I was fit to split myself.
" And de Gineral, he knows what cookin' is," said Aunt Chloe, drawing herself up with an air. " Bery nice man, de Gineral! He comes of one of de bery fastest families in Old Virginny ! He knows what's what, now, as well as I do, — de Gineral. Ye see, there 's pints in all pies, Mas'r George ; but 't an't everybody knows what they is, or orter be. But the Gineral, he knows ; I knew by his 'marks he made. Yes, he knows what de pints is! "
By this time, Master George had arrived at that pass to which even a boy can come (under uncommon circum­stances), when he really could not eat another morsel, and, therefore, he was at leisure to notice the pile of woolly heads and glistening eyes which were regarding their operations hungrily from the opposite corner.
" Here, you Mose, Pete," he said, breaking off liberal bits, and throwing it at them ; " you want some, don't you ? Come, Aunt Chloe, bake them some cakes."
And George and Tom moved to a comfortable seat in the chimney-corner, while Aunt Chioe, after baking a goodly pile of cakes, took her baby on her lap, and began alternately filling its mouth and her own, and distributing to Mose and Pete, who seemed rather to prefer eating theirs as they rolled about on the floor, under the table, tickling each other, and occasionally pulling the baby's toes.
" Oh, go 'long, will ye ? " said the mother, giving now and then a kick, in a kind of general way, under the table, when the movement became too obstreperous. " Can't ye be decent when white folks comes to see ye ? Stop dat ar, now, will ye ? Better mind yerselves, or I '11 take ye down a buttonhole lower, when Mas'r George is gone ! '