ony cart," explained Sue, "and we
got spilled out, but we fell on some piles of grass and didn't get hurt
a bit. And Aunt Sallie found us, and we bought ice-cream cones of her
and--"

"And--and she's Wopsie's aunt, what we've been looking for," interrupted
Bunny, fearing Sue would never tell the best part of the news. "This is
Wopsie's aunt," and he waved his hand toward fat Aunt Sallie. "She's
been looking for a lost girl, and her name is Sallie, and--"

"Dat's it--Sallie Jefferson," broke in the colored woman. "Mah name is
Sallie Lucindy Johnson, an' I had a sister named Dinah Jefferson down
Souf. So if dis girl's name am Sallie Jefferson den she may be mah
sister's chile, an', if she am--"

"Why, den I'se found mah folks! Dat's what I has!" cried Wopsie, unable
to keep still any longer. "Oh, I do hope I'se found mah folks!"

CHAPTER XXV

A HAPPY CHRISTMAS

Aunt Lu and Mother Brown were very much surprised when Bunny Brown and
his sister Sue came in with Aunt Sallie; and when they heard the story
told by the nice, old colored woman, they were more surprised than
before.

"Do you really think she can be Wopsie's aunt?" asked Mrs. Brown.

"It may be," answered Aunt Lu. "We can find out."

"Oh, I do hope I'se got some folks at last!" said Wopsie, over and over
again. "I do hope I's gwine t' hab some folks like other people."

Aunt Lu asked Aunt Sallie many questions, and it did seem certain that
the old colored woman was aunt to some little colored girl who had been
sent up from down South, but who had become lost.

And if Aunt Sallie had lost a niece, and if Wopsie had lost an aunt, it
might very well be that they belonged to one another.

"We can find out, if you write to your friends down South," said Aunt Lu
to the old colored woman.

"An' dat's jest what I'll do," was the answer.

It took nearly two weeks for the letters to go and come, and all this
while Wopsie was anxiously waiting. So was Aunt Sallie, for Bunny and
Sue learned to call her that. She would come nearly every day to Aunt
Lu's house, to learn if she had received any word about Wopsie.

And, every day, nearly, Bunny and Sue, with Wopsie, or Sallie, as they
sometimes called her, would go to Central Park. They would walk up to
Aunt Sallie's stand, and talk with her, sometimes buying sticks of
candy.

For now it was almost too cold for ice-cream. Some days it was so cold
and blowy that Bunny and Sue could not go out. The ponies