Chapter 8

            When I got to Tibbys everyone was laughing and gathering around the man who had taken their picture the day before.

            "Babydoll!" Racetrack exclaimed noticing I was there.  "Look at dis!  We're in da paper!"  he said handing me a copy of the Sun.

            "Wow!"  I said looking at the picture.  "Now Pulitzer's gonna hafta take a look at da strike!"

            "Dat's what we figure!"  Spot said coming up behind me.  He put his arm around my waist.  "We're gonna have a rally next week, wit all da New York newsies.  Ya gotta promise me dat you'll be dere." he whispered in my ear.

            "I will, I promise."  I whispered.

            "Do ya wanna come to Brooklyn wit me?  And stay da night an' stuff?"  Spot asked.  "Ya can stay in one of our open bunks.  None of da guys would bother ya.  I promise.  See I gotta go so I can check up on my newsies and spread da word about da rally."  he explained to me.

            "I'd love ta, but I gotta talk ta Racetrack first."  I told him.

            "Ok, I'll meet ya outside."

            "'K, I'll be dere in a minute."  I told him.  I walked up to Racetrack.  "Hey Race, I'm goin' to Brooklyn and I'll be back tomorrow.  Can you tell Kloppman for me?" I begged.

            "Woah Babydoll!  Stayin' da whole night wit Spot Conlon!"  he laughed.  "Ya, go on, I'll tell Kloppman."

            "Thanks, Racetrack!" I smiled, then I bounced happily out the door.

            "Ready?"  Spot asked.

      "Let's go."  I smiled.