Anne told Spot all of the details of her dream she had had earlier that day. "You woke up cryin'?" Spot asked sympathetically, "and I wasn't there."
"Yeah," she replied sadly, "I wanted to reach him so badly, and yet, I couldn't."
"Well, ya know what I think? I think dat dat little boy was your brother. I bet he's been lookin' all ova' for you-"
Anne interrupted him; "We gotta go find him, right now!" She stood up violently, dragging Spot up wid her.
"Anne! Anne! Anne!" he yelled, trying to get her attention as she dragged him down the street.
Finally he had had enough of being pulled down the sidewalk and jerked her around to calm her down. "Anne," he whispered, his worried eyes peering directly into hers. "We can't go lookin' for him right now. It's getting dark and we's gotta get back ta da lodgin' house to prepare for da fight."
"Damn dis fight!" Anne cursed, " I wanna go look for him."
"I know ya do and so do I, but dis ain't da time ta be goin' on a search. I tell ya what. After dis war is ova' I will conduct a city wide search wid all a da newsies," Spot smirked. "Really," she asked excitedly.
"I promise. Who knows? He could even be one a newsie." Spot replied seriously, taking her hands in his.
" Now, I know ya ain't gunna like dis," he paused, "but I need ya ta go ta Manhattan-" Anne opened a mouth to protest, but he quickly silenced her.
"I've gotta give me boys da commands and den I'll be ova' within' and hour," Spot continued, giving Anne the biggest puppy dog face he could conjure up.
"Who can resist dat face?" Anne said sadly, jerking her hands away and turning the other way. She slowly eased back around to face him, wide grin spread across her lips, "Everyone always wondered what made all a da goils love ya, cause it certainly ain't ya looks."
"Hey!" Spot yelled, acting to be hurt. Anne zoomed out of there, giggling happily all the way back to Duane Street.