ta Claus.

For Aunt Lu was reading a letter, and Wopsie was dancing up and down in
the middle of the floor, crying out:

"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.

The word Christmas made Bunny and Sue think of what they were going to
ask their Aunt Lu.

"Where does Santa Claus come down?"

"Is that chimney on the roof big enough for him?" asked Sue. "And hasn't
you got an open fireplace, Aunt Lu?"

"No, we haven't that. But I think Santa Claus will get down the chimney
all right with your presents. If he doesn't come in that way, he'll find
some other way to get in. Don't worry."

So Bunny Brown and his sister Sue waited patiently for Christmas to
come. Several times, when it was not too cold, or when there was not too
much snow, the children went up on the roof. Once they took up with them
a box, so Bunny could stand on it. He thought perhaps he could look down
the chimney that way.

But the box was not high enough, and Bunny slipped off