ght side up,
fixed the harness, and then got in to drive back to the place where the
other ponies and donkeys were kept.

"Wait a minute!" cried Wopsie. "I done didn't pay yo' all fo' de
chilluns' ride yet."

"Oh, never mind," said the boy. "I guess the man won't charge you
anything for this ride, because the pony ran away with you. It wasn't a
regular ride. I won't take your money."

"Oh, then we can save it for ice-cream cones!" cried Sue, for Wopsie had
been given the money to pay for the children's rides in the pony cart.

"Ice-cream cones!" cried Bunny. "I guess you can't get any up here!"

"Oh, yes yo' kin, honey lamb!" exclaimed Aunt Sallie, as she called
herself. "I keeps a li'l candy an' ice-cream stand right ober dere," and
she pointed across the grassy lawn. "I was in my stand when I seed yo'
all bein' runned away wif, so I come ober as soon as I could. I sells
candy an' ice-cream cones, but I won't sell ice-cream much longer,
'cause it'll soon be winter. Den I'll sell hot coffee an' chocolate.
But I got ice-cream now, ef yo' all wants to buy some."

"Yes, I guess we do," stated Bunny. "Come on, Sue and Wopsie. We'll have
some fun anyhow, even if we did get runned away with."

"We's mighty lucky!" said Wopsie, as she watched the boy driving back in
the pony cart. The little horse was going slowly now. "I guess we'll
walk back," went on the colored girl. "It isn't so awful far."

Following Aunt Sallie, who was quite fat, the children and Wopsie walked
across the green, grassy lawn, for it was still green though it was now
late in the fall. Soon the green grass would be covered with snow.

Just as she had said, Aunt Sallie kept a little fruit, candy and
ice-cream stand in the park. Soon the children and Wopsie were eating
cones.

"Does yo' chilluns lib 'round yeah?" asked Aunt Sallie, as she stood
back of her little counter, watching Bunny and Sue.

"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