"Father is a Whig. I am too," holding up her head proudly. "They are the party that wanted us to be free of England, and they fought for liberty."
"I think there wasn't much difference of opinion then. They were all patriots."
"Then how did they come to differ?"
"Well—" I really did not know, and hesitated.
"The Whigs don't believe in slavery."
"Father doesn't either," I said with a touch of triumph.
"And there are a good many other things. They have a hero for a candidate, while the Democrats have put up a dandy, who curls his hair and scents his handkerchief."
Many puerile objections were made to the Democratic candidate.
"But he has been in the Senate, and he has been Minister abroad—to England, and is a gentleman," I retorted.
"Why do we want a Minister to England?" she returned with a sort of royal indifference. "Tell me that?"