ers and rolls."

"Oh, how nice!" Sue said. "We never have them; do we Bunny?"

"Nope."

"But we will, next time we have a play-party," Sue went on. "I think
they must be lovely. How do you cook 'em?"

"Well, we just frys 'em--make believe," said the big girl, who was
smiling now. "But I can cook real, an' when we has any money at home,
an' me ma buys real sausages, I boils 'em an' we eats 'em wit mustard
on."

Sue thought the big girl talked in rather a queer way, but of course we
cannot all talk alike. It would be a funny world if we did; wouldn't it?

"It must be nice to cook real sausages," said Sue. "I wish I could do
it. But will all of you children come to my party to-morrow?" she asked.

"Are you goin' to have a party?" inquired the big girl.

"Yes," nodded Sue. "We're going to have a party at our Aunt Lu's house;
aren't we, Bunny? We are, 'cause I'm going to ask her to have one, as
soon as we get back," Sue whispered to her brother. "So you say 'yes.'
We are going to have a party; aren't we, Bunny?" Sue spoke out loud this
time.

"Yes," answered the little boy. "We're going to have one."

"A real party?" the big girl wanted to know.

Bunny looked at Sue. He was going to let her answer.

"Yes, it will be a real party," said Sue, "and we'll have all real
things to eat. Will you come?"

"Will we come?" cried the big girl. "Well, I guess we will!"

"Even a policeman couldn't keep us away!" said the boy who had wanted to
feel the ice-cream, to see if it was melting.

"Then you can all come to my Aunt Lu's house to-morrow afternoon," Sue
went on. "I'll tell her you're coming."

"Where is it?" asked the big girl.

Sue felt in her pocket and brought out one of Aunt Lu's cards, which
Miss Baker had given the little girl in case she became lost.

"That's our address," said Sue. "You come there to-morrow afternoon,
and we'll have a real party. I'm pleased to have met you," and with a
polite bow, saying what she had often heard her mother say on parting
from a new friend, Sue turned away.

"Will you an' your brother be there?" the big, ragged girl wanted to
know.

"Yes," said Bunny. "I'll be there, and so will Wopsie."

"Is she Wopsie?" asked the big girl, pointing to the colored piccaninny.

"Dat's who I is!" Wopsie exclaimed. "But dat's only mah make-believe
name. Mah real one am Sallie Jefferson. Dat name was on de card pinned
to me, but de address was tored off."

"Well, Sallie or Wopsie, it