Often I've seen Maggy, holdin' up a batch of clo's, with pride just oozin' out of her, and heard her say, 'There ain't a person in these here United States that kin slip a flatiron over dry-goods the way my Pete kin.'

I'd throw a flatiron at his head and put some castor-oil in his soup!" Joe laughed a little.

When he struck me I mahk him dere wid my hot flatiron.