“Nelson, what is the quarrel between my father and Mr. Vanrevel?”
He had lifted the tray, but set it down precipitately, bending upon her a surprised and sobered countenance.
“Missy,” he said, gravely, “Dey big trouble 'twix' dem two.”
“I know,” she returned quietly. “What is it?”
“Wha' fo' you ax me, Missy?”
“Because you're the only one I can ask. I don't know anyone here well enough, except you.”
Nelson's lips puckered solemnly. “Mist' Vanrevel vote Whig; but he ag'in Texas.”
“Well, what if he is?”
“Yo' pa mighty strong fo' Texas.”
“No'm, dat ain't hardly de beginnin'. Mist' lanrevel he a Ab'litionist.”