The next day was a beautiful sunny day, allowing the thick layer of snow to melt from the floor of the city. Elizabeth returned to her perch upon the balcony. The same newsboy was drifting throughout the crowd on the street corner that was below her. Getting caught in her thinking state she started to hum a tune.
The crowd of people began to die down and the corner became considerably quieter allowing him to pick up on the gentle humming from above.
"Hey you!" he yelled to Lizzy. "Sir, do you make a habit of disturbing certain people from their thoughts or is it just me," Lizzy replied.
"I was just wondering if you'd like ta buy a pape, ta maybe give ya somethin' ta do besides stair out a your window all day long," he replied.
"Well, I couldn't possibly buy a paper if I am stuck in this room, could I?" she replied bitterly.
"Poor you. The door ain't locked? Is it?"
She stuttered, "Well.... no, but -"
"Then what are you waiting for?" he smiled.
"My father surely wouldn't approve."
"Your father ain't here. Is he?"
"My Papa owns this place."
"Yeah, but your papa left about three days ago ta go ta London."
Lizzy's face grew stern, "How did you -"
He cut her off, "Us newsies know everythin' goin' on in da city."
"Well, all right. I'll buy one, but you'll have to wait a moment for me to sneak out," she smiled.
The boy grinned broadly as she turned and went back into the room.
