AN: Some of my favorite Newsies fan fiction stories are those about younger children. So I decided to try to write one. I don't own Newsies, but I do own this story and the new characters, so don't copy me, and don't sue me. Enjoy!

It was a few hours before dawn and a young lady walked quickly to the door of the Lodging House. She glanced around quickly, placed her packages gently on the doorstep, and left, tears streaming down her face. The year was 1887.

Get up! Up! Carry the Banner! Sell the papers! Kloppman yelled his normal spiel throughout the Lodging House, shaking various boys. The oldest boy, obviously the leader, was the first on off his bunk. He leaned over the young boy on the bunk underneath and gently shook him.

Come on Jack, time to get up. The boy said, but Jack put his head under his pillow. Up, up! The boy picked up Jack and set him on his feet. Jack groaned and buried his head in the boy's stomach.

I was having a nice dream, Vic. Jack rubbed his eyes.

Lemme guess, Santa Fe? Vic grinned and left to help Kloppman. He walked down the stairs and went to the door to get the milk. His eyes grew wide as he saw two bassinets next to the milk bottles.

Vic yelled, he grabbed the bassinets and the milk and went inside.

What is it? Kloppman rushed down the stairs.

Look what I found! The newsies gathered around, looking at the two babies, who were just beginning to wake up.

We're not keeping them. Kloppman knew what the boys were thinking, Absolutely not!

The boy's faces fell and Jack looked up at Kloppman, How come?

Look there's a note. Vic pulled a letter out of one bassinet and handed it to Kloppman, who opened it and read it out loud.

Dear Newsies,
These are my two twin children. Please do not take them to an orphanage, you are the only hope they have for a good life. I cannot provide for them properly and I pray they will find a home with you. The girl is named Julie Lynn and the boy is Kyle Alexander. They were born on March 8, 1887.
Thank you.

See we can't get rid of them, one newsie said.

Yeah, the orphanage is terrible, another cried. All the boys clamored with reasons to keep the twins, they were already smitten. Kloppman held up his hand for silence.

We will only keep them if you all will take care of them. That means you will have to pitch in money for food, clothes, etc. And you'll have to take turns staying here to watch them.

One boy piped up, Well, I don't want to do that. But the others hushed him.

We can do it, can't we newsies? Vic asked, and he was answered by a loud affirmative. (Duh! Sorry, I know it's not very unique, but oh well) Then, one of the babies began to cry and all the boys wanted to hold him. Both babies were passed around and introduced to their new brothers. Then, all the boys, except for Vic and Jack, left to sell their papers.

AN: So what do you all think so far? Worth continuing? I'm not sure where this is going to go either, so if you have any ideas, feel free to let me know. Please review!