In a quaint little book published in 1872 by Mrs. P. G. Gibbons, under the title, "Pennsylvania Dutch," is a detailed description of a country quilting that Mrs. Gibbons attended. The exact date of this social affair is not given, but judging from other closely related incidents mentioned by the writer, it must have taken place about 1840, in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. The account reads as follows: "Aunt Sally had her quilt up in her landlord's east room, for her own was too small. However, at about eleven she called us over to dinner, for people who have breakfasted at five or six have an appetite at eleven. "We found on the table beefsteaks, boiled pork, sweet potatoes, 'Kohl-slaw,' pickled cucumbers and red beets, apple butter and preserved peaches, pumpkin and apple pie, sponge cake and coffee. After dinner came our next neighbours, 'the maids,' Susy and Katy Groff, who live in single blessedness and great neatness. They wore pretty, clear-starched Mennonist caps, very plain. Katy is a sweet-looking woman and, although she is more than sixty years old, her forehead is almost unwrinkled, and her fine hair is still brown. It was late when the farmer's wife came--three o'clock; for she had been to Lancaster. She wore hoops and was of the 'world's people.' These women all spoke 'Dutch,' for the maids, whose ancestors came here probably one hundred and fifty years ago, do not speak English with fluency yet. "The first subject of conversation was the fall house-cleaning; and I heard mention of 'die carpett hinaus an der fence' and 'die fenshter und die porch,' and the exclamation, 'My goodness, es was schlimm.' I quilted faster than Katy Groff, who showed me her hands, and said, 'You have not been corn husking, as I have.' "So we quilted and rolled, talked and laughed, got one quilt done, and put in another. The work was not fine; we laid it out by chalking around a small plate. Aunt Sally's desire was rather to get her quilting finished upon this great occasion than for us to put in a quantity of fine needlework. About five o'clock we were called to supper. I need not tell you all the particulars of this plentiful meal; but the stewed chicken was tender and we had coffee again. "Polly M's husband now came over the creek in the boat, to take her home, and he warned her against the evening dampness. The rest of us quilted a while by candles, and got the second quilt done at about seven. At this quilting there was little gossip, and less scandal. I displayed my new alpaca and my dyed merino and the Philadelphia bonnet which exposes the back of my head to the wintry blast. Polly, for her part, preferred a black silk sunbonnet; and so we parted, with mutual invitations to visit."