"Now dat youse know da Manhatten bois ain't bad, you gonna join us?" Jack
asked as the four walked down the street.
"No, I know dey ain't bad. Personality or looks but dat don't mean I's gotta become a newsie. I do jus' fine now." Anya replied.
"Come on, you can be wit more cute guys an' you'll be safer at da lodgin' house." Jack lit a cigarette.
"Dat's a disgustin habbit." Anya took the cigarette from his mouth and stepped on it. "Jus', give me time ta think."
"Come on Sparks. It'll be great." Race urged.
"It's jus' somethin' I'se really gotta think about, alright?"
"What's dere ta think about 'cept ya can still pick-pocket, youse have a place ta stay, ya'd get more money, ya'd be da foist goil newsie, a great hona', an' ya'd have tons of friends." Jack kept trying.
"I's gots friends, I's definitely don't need a place ta stay or bois like youse ta protect me an' well, I'se just dun need ya."
"So, join wid us anyway!"
"Why do ya want me ta be a newsie so bad now Jack? Why not when me boi did? Huh? Why not Jack? Youse think I'm gonna take his place or sumthin'? Oh, now dat he's not here, I guess I need someone ta fill da space. Is dat what you'se thinkin Jack?" Anya began getting really upset and near tears. Jack knew she wasn't really angry with him. She tried to apologize but he grabbed her and embraced her in a hug.
"What the…" Race and Blink looked on in confusion.
"Shh…" Jack told them. He stroked Anya's hair. "I'll let her tell you when she's ready." He whispered to them.
"I'm sorry Jack. I'se dun know what came ova me. But, why now Jack? You're beggin me now." Anya pulled away so she could look at him.
"Now I know dat you can handle it. Before I didn't like da fact dat a goil was gonna be a newsie. Den I'se find out dat you survived on da streets dose years afta, all alone, an' I's knew dat it was meant to be. An' I know da bois and you'll get along. I'se more comfortable wid da idea now. An' I guess you will fill dat space but only cuz I know dat you went trough jus' as much pain as I did and you made it."
"Jack, I'll do it." Anya whispered.
"No, I know dey ain't bad. Personality or looks but dat don't mean I's gotta become a newsie. I do jus' fine now." Anya replied.
"Come on, you can be wit more cute guys an' you'll be safer at da lodgin' house." Jack lit a cigarette.
"Dat's a disgustin habbit." Anya took the cigarette from his mouth and stepped on it. "Jus', give me time ta think."
"Come on Sparks. It'll be great." Race urged.
"It's jus' somethin' I'se really gotta think about, alright?"
"What's dere ta think about 'cept ya can still pick-pocket, youse have a place ta stay, ya'd get more money, ya'd be da foist goil newsie, a great hona', an' ya'd have tons of friends." Jack kept trying.
"I's gots friends, I's definitely don't need a place ta stay or bois like youse ta protect me an' well, I'se just dun need ya."
"So, join wid us anyway!"
"Why do ya want me ta be a newsie so bad now Jack? Why not when me boi did? Huh? Why not Jack? Youse think I'm gonna take his place or sumthin'? Oh, now dat he's not here, I guess I need someone ta fill da space. Is dat what you'se thinkin Jack?" Anya began getting really upset and near tears. Jack knew she wasn't really angry with him. She tried to apologize but he grabbed her and embraced her in a hug.
"What the…" Race and Blink looked on in confusion.
"Shh…" Jack told them. He stroked Anya's hair. "I'll let her tell you when she's ready." He whispered to them.
"I'm sorry Jack. I'se dun know what came ova me. But, why now Jack? You're beggin me now." Anya pulled away so she could look at him.
"Now I know dat you can handle it. Before I didn't like da fact dat a goil was gonna be a newsie. Den I'se find out dat you survived on da streets dose years afta, all alone, an' I's knew dat it was meant to be. An' I know da bois and you'll get along. I'se more comfortable wid da idea now. An' I guess you will fill dat space but only cuz I know dat you went trough jus' as much pain as I did and you made it."
"Jack, I'll do it." Anya whispered.