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I hope she never comes back!" "Oh, is she mean to you?" "Course she is," declared Frane, Junior. "She makes us study. I hate to." "Well, sometimes I don't like what they make us learn in school," admitted Russ slowly. "But I guess it's good for us." "How do you know, it is?" demanded the other. "I don't feel any better after I study. I only get the headache."
Some ideas are too good to keep; but Russ and Rose decided that this one was not in that class. They determined to tell nobody not even Mammy June or Daddy or Mother Bunker about what they proposed to do to help the old colored woman. They had tried once, and failed. And Philly and Alice and Frane, Junior, had laughed at them.
When he appeared, his face very red and tear-streaked, Russ and Phillis pulled him to his feet. "Where's the fox?" demanded Vi, still very much excited. "Is that a fox?" demanded Laddie, panting. "Yes," said Phillis Armatage. "That fox has got five pairs of eyes, then," grumbled Laddie. "She's got four pups," cried Frane, Junior. "I'm going to run and tell father," and he ran away up the hill.
I couldn't have got along without mammy. She was my mammy too. But she's too old to be of much use now, and Frane has pensioned her. She has her own little house and plot of ground and if her boy her youngest boy had stayed with her, mammy would get along all right. She worries about that boy."
"Not for yourselves, I mean." "Don't have to," returned Frane, Junior. "The darkies do it all for us. But Phil and Alice and I have to do our own studying." Russ saw that he was in fun, but he was curious enough to ask the smaller boy: "Do you and the girls go to school?" "School comes to us. There is a teacher comes here. Lives at the house. But it's vacation time now till after New Year's.
For they had found Philly and Alice and Frane, Junior, rather trying. Not having their childish imaginations so well developed as the six little Bunkers had, the children of the plantation were altogether too matter-of-fact. Many childish plays that the Bunkers enjoyed did not appeal to their little hosts at all.
The old woman had taken a strong liking to the six little Bunkers and she made as much of them as she did of the three little Armatages. But the latter were not jealous at all. Phillis and Alice and Frane, Junior, were likewise delighted with the children from the North. Christmas Day dawned brilliantly, and although there was what Mr.
After a while the dancers got more excited, and many of them danced alone, "showing off," Frane, Junior, said. They did have the funniest steps! Russ Bunker was highly delighted with this kind of dancing. "Now let me! Let me dance!" he cried, starting out from his seat near Mammy June. "A boy showed me in Boston how to cut a pigeon wing. I guess I can do it now."
If he could grasp the fish and throw it ashore, how the other children would all shout! Perhaps Russ Bunker wanted to "show off" a little. Anyway, he determined to make the attempt to land the big catfish with his hands. "You can't do it," warned Frane, Junior, creeping back a way so as to give Russ more room. "Don't say that till you see," returned the boy from the North. "Now, look!
It would hold a hundred elephants," declared Frane, Junior, who was inclined to exaggerate a good deal at times. "Not all at once!" cried Russ. "Yes, sir. If you could get 'em on it," said Frane. "But I don't s'pose the railing would stand it."
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