"Oh, Bunny!" cried Sue. "Then we're losted again!"
"Where'd you come from?" asked the colored boy. "Now don't git skeered, 'cause yo' all ain't losted very much I guess. Maybe I kin find where yo' all belongs. What's de number of, de house where yo' auntie libs?"
"I—I don't know," said Bunny. He had not thought to ask the number of his aunt's house, nor had he looked to see what the number was over the door before he and Sue came out. In the country no one ever had numbers on their houses, and Bellemere was like the country in this way—no houses had numbers on them.
"Well, what street does your aunt done lib on?" asked the colored boy, in the funny way he talked.
"I don't know that, either," said Bunny.
"Huh! Den yo' suah am lost!" cried the elevator lad. "But don't yo' all git skeered!" he said quickly, as he saw tears coming in Sue's brown eyes. "I guess yo' all ain't losted so very much, yet. Maybe I kin find yo' aunt's house."
"If you could find Wopsie for us, she could take us there," said Bunny.
"Find who?"
"Wopsie. She's a little girl that lives with my aunt, and—"