“‘Now, missis, she wanted me to do dis way, and she wanted me to do dat way; and finally I got kinder sarcy, and says I, “Now, missis, do jest look at dem beautiful white hands o’ yourn, with long fingers, and all a sparkling with rings, like my white lilies when de dew’s on ’em; and look at my great black stumpin’ hands. Now, don’t ye think dat de Lord must have meant me to make de pie-crust, and you to stay in de parlour?”’”

—Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, 1852.