Now, I want we sh'd cut up that cake-after everybody's had a chance t' see it good-all but th' top layer, same's I said-an' all of us have a piece, out o' compl'ment t' our paster an' his wife, an' in memory o' her, who's gone from us.
"An Alabaster Box"
Mary E. Wilkins Freeman and Florence Morse Kingsley
'Taint no use o' beggin'; he's no 'count but to jist eat up corn, an' hay, an' paster an' the likes; and his blasted fistleo gits wus an' wus all the time.
"Hoosier Mosaics"
Maurice Thompson
Wouldn't let 'em come in de house; make 'em do all dere co'rtin' on de steps an' out at de paster gate.
"The Other Fellow"
F. Hopkinson Smith