"Oh, I'se got folks! I'se got folks!"
"Is Aunt Sallie really your aunt?" asked Bunny.
"Yes'm! She is. She is! I'se got folks at last!" and up and down danced Wopsie, clapping her hands, the "pigtails" of kinky hair bobbing up and down on her head.
And so it proved. The letters from down South had just come, and they said that Sallie Lucindy Johnson, or "Aunt Sallie," as the children called her, was really the aunt to whom Wopsie, or Sallie Jefferson, had been sent. The card had been torn off her dress, and so Sallie's aunt's address was lost. But that meeting in the park, after the pony runaway, had made everything come out all right.
The letters which Aunt Lu had written before, and the messages she had sent, had not gone to the right place. For it was from Virginia, that Wopsie came, not North or South Carolina, as the little colored girl had said at first. You see she was so worried, over being lost, that she forgot. But Aunt Sallie knew it was from a little town in Virginia that her sister's child was to come, and, writing there, she learned the truth, and found out that Wopsie was the one she had been so long expecting. So everything came out all right.
"Oh, but I suah is glad I'se found yo' at last!" said the nice old colored woman, as she held her niece in her arms.
"I suppose you are going to take her away from us?" said Aunt Lu.
"Yaas'm. I'd like t' hab mah Sallie."
"Well, now she can go. But I want you both to come back for Christmas."
"We will!" promised Aunt Sallie and little Sallie.