"Missy," he said earnestly, "ef dat young gelmun fall in love wid you, w'ich I knows he will ef he ketch sight er you, lemme say dis, an' please fo' to ba'h in mine: better have nuttin' do wid him fo' he own sake; an' 'bove all, keep him fur sway f'um dese p'emises.

Don' let him come in a mild er dis house." "Nelson, was that all the quarrel between them ?" "Blessed Mussy! ain' dat 'nough?
Ef dey's any mo' I ain' hearn what dat part were," he answered quickly, but with a dogged tightening of the lips which convinced Miss Betty that he knew very well.
"Nelson, what was the rest of it ?" "Please, Missy, I got pack yo' pa trunk; an' it time, long ago, fer me to be at my wu'k." He was half out of the door.
"What was the rest of it ?" she repeated quietly.
"Now, honey," he returned with a deprecatory shake of his head, "I got my own wu'k 'tend to; an' I ain't nevah ax nobody what 'twas, an' I ain't goin' ax 'em.

An' lemme jass beg you f oiler de ole man's advice: you do de same, 'case nobody ain't goin' tell you.

All I know is dat it come later and were somep'n 'bout dat riprarin Crailey Gray.

Yo' pa he sent a channelge to Mist' Vanrevel, an' Mist' Vanrevel 'fuse to fight him 'cause he say he don' b'lieve shootin' yo' pa goin' do yo' pa any good, an' he still got hope mekkin' good citizen outer him.