Don't mind me ~ having some fun with this.

From The Milton, N. C., Chronicle, regarding a lady who was wondering exactly how much to charge for her hard work (some things never change...
purple commentary mine):
This industrious lady seems desirous of selling her cloth at a price that will barely pay for the material and labor of weaving (I hear you, sister); she does not desire a big profit (I do! ), for she loathes the name of an extortioner, and wishes to avoid it. Would to heaven that all Southern ladies were like her!—There would be no laziness, no extravagance, no hifalutin tomfoolery, no Miss McFlimseys who think that God created them merely to thumb broken down pianos, screech like right owls, cut fantastic capers (I had to look this up. Apparently it means "frolic") in fancy dances, and "show off" merchants' dry goods and prop themselves up in parlors as pretty toys for men to look at and admire. The best music a female can make these war times is the music of the spinning wheel.
Thanks to CWT, I've been using the term "strumpet" quite a bit. I think "Miss McFlimsey" is about to make a comeback in my house as well. "Hifalutin tomfoolery", I'm happy to say, is already a long-time favorite phrase.