Armatage laughingly said, from sinking
quite out of sight.
But the land on which the Armatage home stood was high and dry. It was a
beautiful grassy knoll, acres in extent, and shaded by wide-armed trees
which had scarcely lost any leaves it seemed to the little Bunkers,
though this was winter. On the wide, white-pillared veranda a very
handsome lady and two little girls and a little boy stood to receive the
party.
The children did not come forward to greet the visitors, or even their
father, until the latter spoke to them. Mr. and Mrs. 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!
[Illustration: THE SIX LITTLE BUNKERS WERE AMAZED AT THE NUMBER OF
COLORED CHILDREN.
_Six Little Bunkers at Mammy Junes._ _Page_ 115]
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. Rose confided to Russ that she thought there must be a
colored school near by and all the children were out for recess.
And there were so many house-servants that smiling black and brown faces
appeared everywhere.
"I guess," said Rose to her mother, "that there must be an awful lot of
work to do in this big house.
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