did not understand how any one could
be lost when in a nice automobile with Aunt Lu.

"Yes'm, I'se losted!" said Wopsie, shaking her kinky head, "an' I
suttinly does wish dat I could find mah folks!"

"I must tell you about her," said Aunt Lu. "Wopsie, which is the name I
call her, though her right name is Sallie Jefferson, was sent up North
to live with her aunt here in New York. Wopsie made the trip all alone.
She was put on the train, at a little town somewhere in North Carolina,
or South Carolina--she doesn't remember which--and sent up here."

"All alone?" asked Bunny.

"Yes, all alone. She had a tag, or piece of paper, pinned to her dress,
with the name and house number of her aunt. But the paper was lost."

"De paper was losted, and now I'se losted," said Wopsie.

"I'll tell them all about you, Wopsie," said Aunt Lu.

Then she told Bunny and Sue how the little colored girl had reached New
York all alone, not knowing where to go.

"A kind lady, in the same station where you children just came in,
looked after Wopsie," said Aunt Lu. "This lady looks after all lost boys
and girls, and she took Wopsie to a nice place to stay all night. In the
morning she tried to find Wopsie's aunt, but could not. Nor could Wopsie
tell her aunt's name, or where she lived. She was lost just as you and
Sue, Bunny, sometimes get lost in the woods."

"And how did you come to take her?" asked Mother Brown.

"Well, Wopsie was sent to a society that looks after lost children,"
said Aunt Lu. "They tried to find her friends, either up here, in New
York, or down South, but they could not. I belong to this society, and
when I heard of Wopsie I said I would take her and keep her in my house
for a while. I can train her to become a lady's maid while I am waiting
to find her folks."

"Are you trying to find them?" asked Mrs. Brown.

"Yes, I have written all over, and so has the society. We have asked the
police to let us know if any one is asking for a little lost colored
girl. But I have had her nearly a month now, and no one has claimed
her."

"Yep. I suah am losted!" said Wopsie, but she laughed as she said it,
and did not seem to mind very much. "It's fun being losted like this,"
she said, as she patted the soft cushions of the automobile. "I likes
it!"

"And are you really going to keep her?" asked Mrs. Brown of her sister.

"Yes, until she gets a little older, or until I can find her folks. I
think her father and mother mu