*Ok so this chapter is about when Sketch first became a newsie, and how she got her nickname. She gets to meet Davey, Oscar, and Butta fingas. They're like 10 and 11. Butta fingas is 9.
Bridget's POV
I'se walk 'round da outside o' da Woild distrabution centa. I'se clutch me small bundle containin me few prized 'sessions. Me comb, me book, an some o' me best drawins. In me 'and I 'eld da last bit o' money I'se 'ad. I'se exhale an slowly walk inside, me feet makin little noise. I'se get in 'hind da otha newsies. "Twen'y papas please." I'se get me papes 'anded at me's by a boy a year olda than me's. He looks at me 'tently 'fore sayin "You'se is cute." I'se blush an thank 'im. He introduces 'imself as Oscar Delancey. "I'm Bridget Scott," I'se say, as I'se hoist da papes fartha up on me arms. Oscar smiles a bit an says,' Pleased ta meet you'se bridget, I'se will be seein you'se round then?". I'se meekly nod 'fore headin outside, me cheeks burnin bright. I'se sigh as I'se burst outta da doors, an stop. I'se think of where I'se is 'pposed ta sell. I'se look round some more 'fore 'cidin on da park. I'se start ta hawk da 'eadlines. There's lotsa people 'ere, guess I'se just isn't makin nuff o' a scene. I'se start ta think 'bout what would get people's 'ttention. I'se get da best idea I'se eva 'ad.
Davey's POV
I'se 'cided ta sell in da park taday, an was doin terrible. Then I'se saw 'er. She was coughin something fierce. I'se see da familia papes in 'er bag. People were just buyin from 'er an givin 'er extra. I'se make me way ova ta 'er. "What's ya trick?" I'se ask. She jumps a bit, obviously scared by da sudden question. Up close she doesn't look sick, up close though, she's act'ally real pretty. I'se mean pretty in da na'tral way. She smiles an says, "I'se just thought o' it. It's where you act like you have tuberculosis, an cough a LOT". I'se smile, she's obviously cleva. " I'se can tell you'se is new ta bein a newsie," I say, "I'se can show you'se da ropes, an 'elp you'se find a place ta stay," I'se offa. "If you'se like," I'se add. She smiles "I'se would like that," she says. "Me name is Oliva, but I'se would prefa ta be called Davey," I'se hold out me 'and. "Nice ta meet you'se Davey, me name is Bridget," she says. We'se shake 'ands, an woik tagetha ta seell da rest o' our papes. We'se sell fa da rest o' da day tagetha, we'se talk some, an soon we'se is outta papes. We'se walk ta da Lodgin House in near silence. "So we'se gonna sell same time tamarrow or what?" I'se ask. "Sure," she says smiling. " I'se will help you'se get settled with da landlady, an then its off ta bed," I'se say, escortin 'er in. We'se get 'er situated, an say goodnight ta each otha. I'se fall 'sleep think o' 'er pretty face.
Bridget's POV
I'se walk inta da goil's side o' da Lodgin House, an quietly find da nearest empty bunk. All o' da goils look at me's, but continue on with their convosations. I'se glance 'round tryin ta see who me bunk mate 'ill be. I'se look up at da bunk 'bove mine. I'se see me child'ood friend up there. "Rosetta!"I'se 'claim. She jumps a bit, an looks down at me's 'nnoyed, "It's Smalls thank you'se very mu-… BRIDGET?!" she practi'lly squeals. "Yes," I'se say. She hops down from 'er bunk, an nearly crushes me's in a 'ug. "Bridget, I'se need you'se ta meet someboday.. I'se can't believe I'se am seein you'se 'gain! Butta Fingas ova 'ere!" she squeals. A goil 'bout nine comes ova timidly. "Bridget this is Nicole, although you really should call 'er Butta Fingas." Butta Fingas caref'ly looks me's ova, 'cides I'm trustwoithy nuff, an proffas 'er 'and, 'I'm Butta fingas," she says quietly. "I'se is Bridget," I'se say shakin 'er 'and. She smiles, an we'se all start ta talk. I'se show 'em both me drawins. "These are really good," Smalls says. "Yeah," Butta fingas 'grees. "You'se need a newsie name Bridget," Smalls 'amrks, "how 'bout sketch? You'se jus' draw everywhere. It's kinda fittin fa you'se.' I'se smile an nod likin da sound o' Sketch betta than Bridget. We'se talk fa a whiule longa, an go ta bed. I'se lie in me bed, thinkin 'bout me fost day as a newsie. I'se smile as O'se fall 'sleep. "So this is it?" I'se " It's pretty easy. I'se think I'se can 'andle it." With that thought, I'se promptly fall 'sleep. I'se can't wait ta sell papes with Davey tomorrow, an talk with Smalls, an Butta Fingas.