For another month, Spot and Jeans lived at the lodging house, much as they had done before they were married, but Spot cornered Jeans one day as she was about to wash the dishes. "We've got to talk."

Jeans calmly pushed him away and turned on the water. "Lovely. You can put the dishes away while we do it."

"How much money do you have saved up?" He asked, putting dishes away recklessly.

"Twenty dollars and ten cents."

"That's enough. I have twenty-eight. Listen, we've got to get out of here, I don't really care where it is."

"I've been thinking about that too," Jeans replied unexpectedly, "I think I've found a house we could afford. But Spot," she put her hand on his arm, "what about the newsies?"

"I've thought about that. As long as it's not too far away it'll be fine."

"Yes, it's very close, halfway between here and church. I - Spot!"

For he had grabbed her and was waltzing her around the kitchen, kissing her every third step, "Eva Conlon, I love you!"


I had not intended to post this so soon, but I figured, since the last chapter wasn't really about Spot and Jeans, I owed you one that was about them. Thanks to LucyofNarnia and Izabeal Finley for reviewing last chapter! Please continue to give me your ideas for a title name.