"Peeping where?"
"Why, right in front o' dis house, dat's wha; ever' day when dat hussy
passes up to de Arkwrights', wha she wucks. She pokes along an' walls
her eyes roun' at dis house lak a calf wid de splivins."
"That going on now?"
"Ever' day."
A deep uneasiness went through the old man. He moistened his lips.
"But Peter said--"
"Good Gawd! Mars' Renfrew, whut diff'ence do it make whut Peter say?
Ain't you foun' out yit when a he-nigger an' a she-nigger gits to
peepin' at each udder, whut dey says don't lib in de same neighbo'hood
wid whut dey does?"
This was delivered with such energy that it completely undermined the
Captain's faith in Peter, and the fact angered the old gentleman.
"That'll do, Rose; that'll do. That's all I need of you."
The old crone puffed up again at this unexpected flare, and went out of
the room, plopping her feet on floor and mumbling. Among these
ungracious sounds the Captain caught, "Blin' ole fool!" But there was no
need becoming offended and demanding what she meant. Her explanation
would have been vague and unsatisfactory.
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