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But she warned him, when his clothing was dry, that he must be more careful when he was playing about the water. "An' yo' got to tell yo' mudder and daddy about it," she instructed Russ. "Don't never hide nothin' from 'em." "Oh, we don't!" Rose broke in. "We always tell Mother and Daddy everything." "That's what I tell my Philly and Ally and Frane, Junior. Always must tell they parents."
They followed a winding, grass-grown cart path for nearly half a mile before coming to Mammy June's house. The way was sloping to the border of a "branch" or small stream a very pretty brook indeed that burbled over stones in some places and then had long stretches of quiet pools where Frane, Junior, told Russ and Laddie that there were many fish "big fellows."
When the boys went out on the bridge and Russ considered the railing he was very sure that this last statement of his little friend was true, whether any others were or not. The railing "wabbled" very much, and Russ refrained from leaning against it. "Now, you folks keep back!" whispered Frane shrilly to the colored children who had followed them.
Meanwhile Frane, Junior, took Russ down to the stream with some of the colored children to show him some of the big fish he had threatened Laddie with. Here it was that Russ Bunker engaged in his first adventure at the Meiggs Plantation. "If Sneezer was here," said Frane, Junior, "he'd show you more fish than I can. Sneezer used to just smell 'em out. But come on.
"I'll get a string and a bent pin and fish for them," said Laddie confidently. "I fished that way in the brook at Pineville." "Huh!" said Frane Armatage, Junior, in scorn. "One of these fish here would swallow your pin and line and haul you in." "Oh!" gasped Vi, with big eyes. "What for?" "No, the fish wouldn't!" declared Laddie promptly. "Yes, it would. And swallow you, too."
Yet she broke out now and then in wild, tomboyish activities, racing with Russ and Frane, Junior, climbing fences and trees, and riding horses bareback in the home lot. It seemed as though Phil, as they called her, "held in" just as long as she could, trying to put on the airs of grown-ups, and then just had to break out.
For instance, when Russ invented some brand new and charming, simple play for all to join in, Philly and Alice and Frane just drifted away and would have nothing to do with it. They were too polite to criticize; but Russ knew that the Armatage children felt themselves "too grown up" to be interested in the building of a steamboat or the driving of an imaginary motor-car.
In this case the visitors from the North did not understand Phillis and Alice and Frane, Junior. They were not like any boys and girls whom the Bunkers had ever known before. Phillis was twelve quite a "grown up young lady" she seemed to consider herself.
The fickle king abandoned for a second time the psalm versifier, who never again returned to France. The austere and far-seeing Calvin at once adopted Marot's version of the Psalms, now enlarged to the number of fifty, and added them to the Genevan Confession of Faith, recommending however that they be sung with the grave and suitable strains written, for them by Guillaume Frane.
The Armatage children knew a great deal more about the plantation and the country surrounding it than the Bunkers did. That was only natural. Philly or Alice or Frane, Junior, would not have started off secretly, as Russ and Rose Bunker did, after nine o'clock at night to go down to the place where old Mammy June's cabin had been burned.
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