Six Little Bunkers at Mammy June's by Laura Lee Hope
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There had been a great feast for the hands, but although one grinning negro boy confessed to Russ that he was "full o' tuck," he still could dance. This boy was applauded vigorously by his mates, and one of them called out: "'Lias! show dese w'ite folks how _to_ cut dat pigeon wing. Go on, boy!" "Lawsy me!" exclaimed Mammy June, "don't none of you know how to do dat like my Sneezer. If he was here he'd show 'em. Just you dance plain, honey. Double shuffle's as much as you can do." So her grandson, 'Lias, did not try any fancy steps. Privately, however, and much to Rose's amusement, Russ Bunker often tried to copy Sam's pigeon-wing step. "If we ever go to Aunt Jo's again--and of course we shall--I am going to get Sam to show me how to do it. I'll get it perfect some time," sighed the oldest Bunker boy. Vi, looking on at one of her brother's attempts, asked: "Doesn't it hurt the pigeon to cut its wing?" But that was a silly question, and they all laughed at her. Laddie grew suddenly excited. "Oh! I know a new riddle!" he cried. "It's a good riddle!" "What is it?" asked his twin sister. |
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