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"But," said Russ, after they had stopped laughing, "I am afraid Mr. Armatage will be angry with us." "I dunno I dunno, chile," said the negro, shaking his head. "He sure is partic'lar 'bout dat rubber plant. But mebbe I can repot it and fix it up all right. It's only just been uprooted, and I was gwine to change de dirt in dat tub, anyway." "Oh!
A party of colored people men and boys with torches and guns, followed Mr. Armatage. In addition, all the hunting dogs on the plantation were scouring the timber. Bobo, the big hound, was at the head of this pack. He struck the scent of the panther at last, and his long and mournful howl was almost as awe-inspiring as the cry of the panther. "Come on, Bunker!" shouted Mr.
He almost fell against Mr. Armatage himself when he landed. And Daddy Bunker was not far away. "Well, well, young man, what's this?" demanded Mr. Armatage, for a moment quite as stern with Russ as he was with his own children. Daddy, too, looked upon Russ with amazement. "Why, Russ," he said, "what does this mean? What are you doing down here?"
They came to a place where a panel of the fence was crooked. It had been broken, in fact, and it was much easier to push it aside than not. Why! when Mun Bun leaned against it the strip of fence fell right over on to the grass of the goose yard. "Now see what you've done, Mun Bun!" exclaimed Margy. "Why oh I didn't mean to," sputtered Mun Bun. "What do you s'pose Mr. Armatage will say?"
They had hoped that their signs put up at the site of the burned cabin would have satisfied Mammy June that her son would come up to the big house whenever, or if ever, he returned to his old home. Now the Bunker children were not so sure. When Russ and Rose told Philly Armatage what they had done she said: "Mebbe he'll think the writing is just to keep ha'nts away. He can't read writing.
"And he tried to get at us through the roof," added Rose. Daddy Bunker and Mr. Armatage looked at each other pretty seriously. "We didn't get here a minute too soon," said the planter. "I believe you," returned Mr. Bunker gravely. "This might have been a very serious affair."
Armatage called "a tang" in the air it was so warm that it was hard for the Bunker children to realize that this was the day that they expected up North to be "white." "A 'white Christmas' doesn't mean anything down here in Georgia," said Daddy Bunker. "Though once in a while they have a little snow here. But they never speak of it not the natives.
"Two words for yourself and one for me, Rose," laughed her mother. "But if it is going to take some time, Charles, I think we would all like to go along." "I had Mr. Armatage on the long distance telephone," said Daddy Bunker, smiling. "He was in Savannah. His plantation is some distance from that city. And he has invited us all to spend the Christmas holidays with him at his country home.
He dashed out of the house, hatless as he was, shouting to the colored folks who were gathered outside watching the dancing through the long windows. Daddy Bunker followed right behind him. And what do you suppose Russ did? Why, he could have touched Daddy Bunker's coat-tails he kept so close to him! Nobody forbade him, so Russ went too. Mr. Armatage and Mr.
They had only seen the fire from an upper window of the big Armatage house. "But it wasn't burned up, Vi," her twin insisted. "It was burned down." "Russ said it was burned up when he came back from the fire so now," Violet declared somewhat warmly. "How can a house burn up? It just fell all to pieces into the cellar." "There wasn't any cellar to Mammy June's house," Vi observed.
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