"We live at Aunt Lu's house—that is we're paying her a visit," said Bunny. "We live a good way off, and we were on Grandpa Brown's farm all summer. We're going to stay here in New York over Christmas."
"Dat's jest fine!" exclaimed Aunt Sallie. "An' I suah hopes dat Santa Claus'll bring yo' all lots ob presents. Be yo' dere nuss maid?" Aunt Sallie asked of Wopsie.
"No, Wopsie's a lost girl," said Bunny.
"Lost? What yo' all mean?" asked Aunt Sallie. "She don't look laik she's lost."
"But I is," Wopsie said. "I'se losted all mah folks. Miss Baker, dat's de Aunt Lu dey speaks ob, she tuck me in. She's awful good t' me."
"We all like Wopsie," explained Sue. "She takes care of us."
"Wopsie!" exclaimed Aunt Sallie. "Dat suah am a funny name. Who gib yo' all dat name, chile?"
"Oh, dat's not mah real name," Wopsie explained. "Miss Lu jest calls me dat fo' short. Mah right name am Sallie Alexander Jefferson!"
The old colored woman jumped off the chair on which she had been sitting. She looked closely at Wopsie.
"Say dat ag'in, chile!" she cried. "Say dat ag'in!"