The next morning Mush bought his papers and began selling at the harbor like usual. It didn't take him too long to sell his last paper. There weren't any other newsies around, so he decided to go looking for some. He was just leaving the harbor when he noticed a girl starting to cross the street. She was reading a newspaper instead of looking where she was going; otherwise she might have noticed the out of control carriage heading straight for her. Mush reacted immediately. He ran up to her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her back onto the sidewalk. She looked up and took another step back when she saw the carriage pass in front of her. She turned around to look at the person who saved her. Mush smiled, but was then struck by her eyes.

"You'se da waitress from last night!" he said.

"Yeah. Thanks for saving me life."

"It was nuttin'. What's so interesting 'bout dat newspaper dat kept you'se from lookin' up?" he asked.

She shrugged and shook his hand off her arm. "Thanks again," she told him. Then she ran off. This time she made sure to check the street before she ran out into it. Mush started to run after her but was cut off by a carriage. When it passed she was already gone. He ran to the other side of the street and looked for her. The only thing he found was a tarnished silver necklace lying on the ground. He remembered seeing it around the girl's neck when she turned around. He stuck it in his pocket and planned to give it back to her the next time he saw her.

In the meantime he met some of the others at Medda's. Medda let them all eat for free after Jack sweet-talked her. After her last performance she joined them backstage and asked what was new.

"Business was lousy today," Racetrack said.

"Your horse lose again?" Jack asked.

"No, da horse won. But there was anudder newsie there and he was stealin' me business."

"Tomorra will be a better day, Race." Jack patted him on the shoulder. "How was your day Mush?"

"It was fine. I sold all of me papes at da harbor."

"Who was dat goil I saw you'se wit?" Crutchy asked Mush.

"What goil?" Mush knew he was talking about the waitress, but he didn't want to tell the others about her just yet.

"You was talkin' to a goil next to da street."

"Oh, her. She was thankin' me for savin' her life."

"You saved a goil's life?" Racetrack asked.

"Yeah. She walked in front of a carriage and I pulled her back, dat's all." The boys questioned Mush a little longer. Then they started talking about Brooklyn and Spot Conlon. When they eventually left, Mush headed to the restaurant where the waitress worked. It was already closed so he decided to return the next day.