n glad to see even Alexis, the
big dog. Alexis would lead her home, Vi felt sure. But the big dog was
not in sight.

Vi walked a little way down the street, and then a little way up it. She
looked at all the houses and at every one she met, still holding fast to
the loaf of bread. But she did not see Aunt Jo's house, and she did not
know any of the men or women or boys or girls that passed her.

"Oh, I'm worse lost than ever!" sighed the little girl. "I wonder what I
can do. I'm going to ask some one!"

Now the best way for Vi to have done was to have gone up to one of the
houses and asked where her Aunt Jo's home was. But the funny thing
about it was that Vi wasn't quite sure what her aunt's name was. Her own
name, she knew, was Violet Bunker, but she never spoke of Aunt Jo except
just by that name, never using the last part and, while it was the same
name as her own, Vi didn't know it. She felt she couldn't very well go
up to a house and say:

"Where does my Aunt Jo live?"

The person in the house would be sure to ask:

"What is your aunt's last name, my dear, and on what street does she
live?"

But Vi didn't know that. So you see she was quite badly lost, though she
had only been away from her aunt's home a little while.

And then, as the little girl stood there, the tears coming into her eyes
faster than ever, along came a rather tall girl with a pleasant face,
who, as soon as she saw Vi, went up to her and asked kindly:

"What is the matter? Did you lose your money?"

"Oh, no," Vi answered, "I didn't lose my money, but I've lost myself. I
spent the money for bread for Aunt Jo, but I came on the wrong street,
I guess, and I don't know where she lives."

"Where who lives?"

"Aunt Jo. I'm one of the six little Bunkers and we're staying at Aunt
Jo's, but I don't know where she lives."

Then this tall, pleasant-faced girl asked, just as any one else would
have done:

"What's Aunt Jo's other name?"

And Vi didn't know!

Then the girl tried to get Vi to tell in what sort of house Aunt Jo
lived, and near what other houses or big buildings it was. But Vi was
only six years old, and she hadn't noticed much about houses. She had
been too busy playing.

"But Aunt Jo has a big dog," said Vi. "He's an awful big dog, and he
almost knocks you down when he plays with you. If I could find him he'd
take me home."

"What's the dog's name?" asked the girl.

"Alexis," answered Vi, "and he----"

"Oh, now I kno