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Updated: June 15, 2025
And, of course, as usual, nobody could explain it to Vi's satisfaction. "I know a riddle!" cried Laddie, after a moment. "What looks like a boy, but bounces like a rubber ball? Why! A bellboy!" And he was highly delighted at this and went around telling everybody his new riddle. In the morning Mr. Frane Armatage appeared at the hotel and was shown up to the Bunker rooms. Mr.
To say I was chaffed by everyone, from my father and mother down to old Larry Frane, an ex-soldier who occupied the lodge at our big gate, gives no idea of the true state of things. The ridicule was continuous, searching, and universal. I was the laughing-stock of the neighborhood.
The road ran rivers; each torrent, carefully channelled, that passed beneath it brought down wood and soil in choking abundance; and Ashe watched the downward push of the rain on the high, exposed banks above the carriage. Once they passed a fragment of road which had been washed away; the driver pointing to it said something sulkily about "frane" on the "other side."
I've caught 'em in our pond. You can hardly get 'em off the hook without getting stung by 'em." "Catfish don't sting you. But you have to knock 'em in the head when you land them, so as to make 'em behave. I've seen the boys do it." "I'm going to make a grab for that fellow," declared Russ. "I reckon you'd miss him. You couldn't hold him, anyway," said Frane doubtfully. "I could so."
"Can you see his teeth and his claws and his fur and his tail?" demanded Russ scornfully, and without offering to take the cylinder. He did not intend to be fooled so easily. "What are you talking about?" hissed Frane. "And speak quietly. You'll drive him away." "Cats aren't so easily scared," said Russ. "You have to peg stones at 'em to drive 'em away." "Huh!" sniffed Frane. "Funny cats up North.
Bunker were quite sure by the actions of Phillis and Alice and Frane, Junior, that they were not granted the freedom of speech and action that their little ones enjoyed. Mother Bunker pitied those children from the start! But what amazed the six little Bunkers more than anything else was the number of colored children hanging about the veranda to see the newcomers.
I don't believe you have any up there." "You're right we don't," agreed Russ, and now he laughed again. "Not any cats that swim. Cats hate the water " "Aw, shucks! I'm not talking about cats!" exclaimed Frane. "I'm talking about catfish." "Oh!" ejaculated the Northern boy. "You know a catfish, don't you? It has feelers that we call whiskers. Awful nice eating, for they only have a backbone."
"And when these Bunkers go back North," put in Frane, Junior, "they are going to look for Sneezer everywhere." "You reckon you'll find him?" asked Mammy June of Rose. "I hope so," said the oldest Bunker girl. "Of course we will," agreed Russ stoutly. "And Daddy Bunker will look out for him too. He said so."
When they went down to the quarters the evening of the party Russ determined to try to dance as well as Frane, Junior, and the negro boys. Mammy June was much better now, and she was up and about. To please her Mr. Armatage had a phaeton brought around and the old nurse was driven to the scene of the celebration.
He saw the imbedded rock Frane had spoken of. Then he saw the fish basking in the water below the rock's edge. It was almost two feet long, with a big head and goggle eyes, and the "whiskers" Frane had spoken of wriggled back and forth in the slow current. Russ grew excited. "Why!" he whispered to Frane, "I could grab it, if I tried. It is just like what we call bullheads up in Pineville.
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