So, I guess you're wonderin' what happened between Anne and Spot. Well, here's your answer:
"I need ta tell ya somethin' important." Spot said to Anne as they reached the roof of the Manhattan lodging house. The time was around 4:00 A.M. and they had sneaked away from the war by request from Spot because he said she needed to rest up some.
Anne didn't reply, so he turned to face her.
Splat! A snowball hit him directly in the face. "I need to talk to you." he groaned, blushing the snow from his bangs.
"Well, can't it wait? Let's have a little fun!" she replied, sending another one whirling his way.
He dodged it quickly, "No, It-," another snowball planted him in the face. "Can't," he continued.
She grinned mischievously, patting another wad of snow between her paws. "Well, I guess a little fun wouldn't hurt." he grinned back and rushed to take cover behind a barrel as she took aim.
Anne giggled happily as he hit her in the back of the head with a large sized one.
All of a sudden she squealed as she felt him pounce on her. Anne layed back down in the small layer of snow. There face were inches apart. "Now will you listen ta me?" he bared a chunk of snow in each palm as a warning to not move.
"I guess so," she groaned.
"Benjamin Conlon," he muttered.
"Huh?"
"My name is Benjamin Conlon. Dat's why me cane says B.C."
"Oh,"
"Yeah," he paused, "And I was wonderin' if now dat I told you we could be more den jist friends."
"Sure Mr. Conlon, since you always seem ta know best," she smiled.
He smiled back. Her eyes slowly fluttered shut as they leaned closer to each other and kissed passionately.
Anne giggled as Spot smiled his favorite grin after they broke apart.
"They war is over," he muttered softly.
"What? How do you know?" she asked.
"Because -," he began to explain before she cut him off.
"Oh yeah, I forgot. Spot Conlon knows everything." she chuckled.
"Actually I don't know everything, but I know dat because of dem," he said pointing over the edge of the roof to the herd of Manhattan boys skipping down Duane Street.
Anne laughed at how goofy they looked, almost as if they were drunk. Tommy ran up to Racetrack and begged to receive a pig back as they came to the lodging house.
"Where's Anne and Spot?" Race asked.
"They are up on the roof," Tommy replied.
Race looked up to see the two talking intensively. "Looks like things are going to turn out alright after all," he smiled.
"Yep!" Tommy smiled.
This is really the end!
Things that you might like to know about Spot and Anne.
No, they did not get married, though they did have a long and good relationship.
Anne did not bare any of his children.
There was no freak accident involving a trolley, train, or fire that killed either of them.
Anne and Tommy stayed together from then on and remained newsies though not in Brooklyn or Lower Manhattan.
Anne and Tommy returned to visit Jack, Spot, and the boys, but not as often as they wished.
There were many more girls in Spot's future though Anne would always be "His Lady"
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