WORTH YOUR WEIGHT IN GOLD
A STORY FROM LIFE

“Yus, Miss Mamie, dat ’s jes what de missus sed to me.
‘Aunt Patsy, ses she, ‘you ’s jes’ wuf yo’ weight in
gole’ An’ so I wuz, Miss Mamie; I knowd it. Poor
weak ole cull’d pusson as I is, I know’d she war tellin’
exac’ trufe. De Lord knows ’t ain’t no vain-gloruf cation
fur ole Patsy t? say dem words. I don’ take no pus’nal
credit “bout it, Miss Mamie. Cookin’ takes practice, but
it’s got to come fus’ by natu’. De ane’l Gabr’el hisse’f
could wt make a cook out o some folks. It’s got to be
born inter yer like. I’se mighty ’umble and fearful ub
myse’f ’bout some tings, but not "bout cookin. Dat I
un’stan’; an’ dat ’s what made me wuf my weight in gole.
Missus did n’ hab no sort troubl ’bout nothin’ afer once dis
chile come. ‘You’s jes’ wuf yo’ weight in gole,’ she say to
ole Patsy one ebeni’ in my kitchum, when I was a-gettin’
de supper ready for de fam’ly. She say so. <Ain’t no use
talkin’ ’bout it—dem’s her ’cise words ter prove it.

“Well, de work wuz mighty heavy in dat house. Stacks
0 comp’ny, and massa war one ob dem perwiders dat don’

hab no sort 0 notion how many pots kin go onto de stobe,
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