up
ten flights of stairs, children?"

"I guess it was!" cried Bunny. "Do you live up ten flights?"

"Yes, and there are some families who live higher than that."

They stepped out of the elevator into a little hall, and soon they were
in Aunt Lu's nice city apartment, or house, if you like that word
better.

"Now, Wopsie," said Aunt Lu, "you tell Jane to make Mrs. Brown a nice
cup of tea."

"And can we go up on the roof?" asked Bunny.

"Not right away--but after a while," said his aunt.

"Let's go out into the elevator again," suggested Sue.

"No, dear, not now," said Mrs. Brown.

Bunny and Sue thought they had never been in such a nice place as Aunt
Lu's city home. From the windows they could look down to the street, ten
stories below.

"It's a good way to fall," said Bunny, in a whisper.

"But you musn't lean out of the windows, and then you won't fall," his
mother told him.

The children were given their supper, and then Wopsie took them up on
the roof. This was higher yet. It was a flat roof, with a broad, high
railing all around it so no one could fall off. And from it Bunny and
Sue could look all over New York, and see the twinkling lights far off,
for it was now getting on toward evening, though it was not yet dark.

A little later Wopsie took them down in the elevator again, to the
street. There they saw other children walking up and down, some of them
playing; some babies being wheeled in carriages, and many men and women
walking past.

"My! What a lot of people!" cried Bunny. "Is it always this way in a
city, Wopsie?"

"Yes'm," answered the little colored girl, who seemed to mix up "Yes,
ma'am," and "Yes, sir." But what of it? She meant all right. "It's bin
dis way eber sence I come t' New York," she went on. "Allers a crowd
laik dis. Everybuddy hurryin' an' hurryin'."

Wopsie stood still a moment to speak to another colored girl, who came
out of the next house, and Bunny and Sue walked on ahead. Before they
knew it they had turned a corner. Down at the end of the street they saw
a man playing a hand-piano, or hurdy-gurdy, as they are called.

"Oh, Bunny!" cried Sue. "Let's go down and listen to the music."

"All right," Bunny agreed. "And maybe he has a monkey, like Wango."

Hand in hand the two children ran on. They saw other children about the
hurdy-gurdy. Some of them were dancing. Bunny and Sue danced too. Then
the music-man wheeled his music machine away, and Bunny and Sue turned