She mumbled it out as usual, so that her employer was forced to guess at a number of words: "Dat nigger, Peter, mus' 'a' busted yo' gl—"
"No, he didn't."
"Mus' uv."
"No, he didn't. I asked him, and he said he didn't."
The old harridan stared, and her speech suddenly became clear-cut:
"Well, 'fo' Gawd, I says I didn't, too!"
At this point the Captain made an unintelligible sound and spread the butter on his hot biscuit.
"He's jes a nigger, lak I is," stated the cook, warmly.
The Captain buttered a second hot biscuit.
"We's jes two niggers."