Six Little Bunkers at Mammy June's by Laura Lee Hope
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starched and flowered gingham dress and with a white turban on her head,
was rocking in a big arm chair on this porch when the children appeared. "Lawsy me!" she exclaimed, smiling broadly to show firm white teeth in spite of her age. "Is this yere a celebration or is it a parade? Miss Philly, you got a smooch on dat waist, and your skirt is hiked up behind. I declar' I believe you've lost a button." "Why, so I have, Mammy June," answered Phillis. "And more than one. Nobody has time to keep buttons sewed on up at the house, now that you're not there." "Shiftless, no-count critters, dem gals up dere. Sho, honey! who is all dese lil' white children?" "Bunkers," explained Frane, Junior. "What's dem?" asked Mammy June, apparently puzzled. "Is dey to play with, or is dey to eat? Bunkers! Lawsy!" Rose giggled delightedly. "They are to play with," laughed Alice suddenly. "That is what they are for, Mammy June." "You see you play pretty with them, then," said the old woman, shaking her head and speaking admonishingly. Rose and Russ Bunker at least began to understand that this pleasant old colored woman had had the chief care of the three young Armatages while |
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