Again Russ had broken up pasteboard boxes, and he had pen and ink. To
make new signs all in "big print" to stick up at the site of Mammy
June's burned cabin was more of a task than merely writing them. This
was Rose's bright idea. Russ did not deny her powers of invention.
They printed four good signs. Oh, the letters were large and black!
"They ought to be," Russ said. "We've used 'most half a bottle of ink."
"Don't let's tell Philly or any of them," said Rose. "They laugh at so
many things we do."
"All right," agreed Russ, although he was less sensitive about being
laughed at than his sister.
But this habit the young Armatages had of laughing at what the little
Bunkers did caused all the trouble on this night. And it was a night
that all of the children and most of the grown folks, too, would be
likely to remember.
The Armatage children knew a great deal more about the plantation and
the country surrounding it than the Bunkers did. That was only natural.
Philly or Alice or Frane, Junior, would not have started off secretly,
as Russ and Rose Bunker did, after nine o'clock at night to go down to
the place where old Mammy June's cabin had been burned.
To tell the truth, the Armatage children had associated so much with the
colored folks about the plantation that they were inclined to believe
that there might be such things as "ha'nts.
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