If they's arry humin in Pine Ridge thats got a presarved seat in the Better World, hits Aint Charity. She's puore gold any way abody wants to take er and comes nigher livin up to her name of Charity than the way the dickionarry disscribes it itsef. Abody'd think she'd have more'n she could tend to lookin after Grandpappy, him bein on the funeral list a right smart of the time, but she finds time some way or ruther to scatter sunshine all over the cammunity. She's raised six youngins of her own and four orphings that never had no mammy and pappy which has all growed up and made uncommon sukssesses of therseves. Wherever theys sickness or disstress, you'll allus find Aint Charity the first un ther a nursin and a comfortin. She's got her own remmydies fer curin might nigh any kind of ailment they are in the book. They's some that says her idys is a leetle old fashund, but be that as it may, if some of the doctors that claims to know meddysines had her receipt fer makin jempson-weed salve and sennie tea, they wouldn't be nigh so much diggin in them lots over ther by the meetin house. She's the best nurse they are in the county and she aint missed tendin at a bornin, she could git to in time, in years.

Whilst the Spearses aint what you'd call well-to-do finanshul, they'll deny therseves of might nigh anything to hep them thats needy. Aint Charity has been knowed to set up of nights a cardin and spinnin and a weavin makin wearin garmints fer some fambly thats shy on pertekshun from the elements. When hit comes to feedin the hongry, she aint got no beat. She's allus a cookin and a bakin fer somebody and is knowed fer and wide fer the three kinds of pies she bakes, open-faced, cross-bar and kivered. She'll take a whole ham and give it to some widder thats findin the row full of stumps, even if hits the last drap of grease she's got in her smokehouse. Facts is she caint hardly set down and injoy a meal fer worryin bout somebody needin the vittals worse'n she does herself.

Bein round Aint Charity makes it turible easy to toe the mark and if abody'd pattern thersef after her style of livin, they couldn't git fer offen the right road.

-From "Lum and Abner and Their Friends from Pine Ridge, By Themselves"