Wopsie led him and Sue down
the street, having said good-bye to the kind elevator boy who had
brought them part way home.

"Yes, I guess we'd better go in," said the little colored girl. "Yo' ma
might be worried about yo'. We'll go in. It's gittin' dark."

The elevator quickly carried them up to Aunt Lu's floor.

"Oh, now I see the number!" cried Bunny. "It's ten--I won't forget any
more."

"Well, did you have a good time?" asked Mother Brown when Bunny and Sue
came in, followed by Wopsie.

"We got losted!" exclaimed Sue.

"What! Lost so soon?" cried Aunt Lu. "Where was it?"

"In a house just like this," broke in Bunny. "And it had a lift elevator
and a colored boy and everything. Only he said you didn't live there,
and you didn't, and I didn't know the number of your floor, or of your
house, and we got losted!"

"But I found them!" said Wopsie, for she felt it might be a little bit
her fault that Bunny and Sue had gotten away. But of course it was their
own fault for running to hear the music.

"You must be careful about getting lost," said Aunt Lu. "But of course,
if ever you do, just ask a policeman. I'll give you each one of my
cards, with my name and address on, and you can show that to the
officer. He'll bring, or send, you home."

Sue and Bunny were each given a card, and they put them away in their
pockets, where they would have them the next time they went out on the
street.

For the next two or three days Bunny Brown and his sister Sue did not go
far away from Aunt Lu's house. Wopsie took them up and down the block
for a walk, but more often they were riding in Aunt Lu's automobile.
And many wonderful sights did the children see in the big city of New
York. They could hardly remember them, there were so many.

Bunny and Sue grew to like Wopsie very much. She was a kind, good girl,
anxious to help, and do all she could, and she just loved the children.
She was almost like a nurse girl for them, and Mrs. Brown did not have
to worry when Bunny and Sue were with Wopsie.

"Do you think you'll ever find her folks?" asked Mrs. Brown of Aunt Lu,
when they were talking of the colored girl one day.

"Well, I'm sure I hope so," answered Aunt Lu, "though I like the poor
little thing myself very much, and I would like to keep her with me. But
I know she is lonesome for her own aunt whom she has not seen since she
was a little baby. And I think the aunt must be worrying about lost
Wopsie. The police haven'