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The next morning, Mrs. Brewster came into the girl's room at five o'clock, knowing that they would never get to the factory in time if she didn't wake them up earlier. "C'mon, get up, get up. Da factory's gonna have me head if youse goils ain't up! Ya want dat ta happen?"
One girl, who was clearly not a morning person, stumbled out of bed and said under her breath, "We'se all sick of you wakin' us up every moirin'. Wouldn't be dat bad."
Mrs. Brewster just ignored her, knowing that it would just cause more trouble if she spoke back. Some girls still lingered in bed for a little while longer, until she threatened to open a window. "Yeah, it's real cold tiday, even fa October."
Sara had just a little trouble getting up, but soon managed to get up before Mrs. Brewster had a chance to. She woke up Michele, who hoped right out and acted like she couldn't be happier. Maybe I'se shoulda let 'er sleep a while longah. Do 'er some good. Sara got changed in the bathroom from her nightclothes into her factory "uniform." At least they had given all
the girls something to wear, even though it wasn't the best, especially on cold days like these. After they were all ready, the girls would head down to the factory, and Sara and Michele left early in the morning. As they were walking down the street to the factory, Sara bumped into a friend.
"Hey!" Sara spun around and found out that it was the boys who had bumped into her yesterday. "I'se just wanted ta tell youse dat I'se sorry 'bout yestiday. I didn't mean ta run inta ya."
"Dat's awright. I almost forgot 'bout it. Used to having people just bump inta me. Didja lose any of yer papers?" Sara asked, already knowing the answer.
"Naw, thanks for askin' though. I'se Kid Blink, Blink fa shoirt, and dis is Mush, and dat is Racetrack. Jack's our leadah, an' he's up dere." Blink said. Odd names, Sara thought to herself, must be a newsies thing. Sara looked at Mush who looked about fifteen or sixteen, and was tall with curly brown hair and brown eyes. Racetrack, on the other hand, was short, had
dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, a cigar in his mouth and a pocket watch. Gee, I dunno how old he is. Looks 'bout twelve, but he's gotta be at least fifteen, or sixteen.
"Well I'se Sara, and dis 'ere is me friend, Michele. We'se on or way ta work, so, it's nice been talkin' ta youse, but if we'se late, den dey won't let us in till aftah da lunch break."
"Dat's okay, 'cause we'se on our way ta da World Distribution Center, where we get our papes. See ya's 'round." Blink said, and Mush and Racetrack said bye and hurried to catch up with the others. Sara and Michele continued on their way to the factory.
"Dat was da kid ya was tellin' me 'bout yestiday?" Michele asked, very shocked.
"Yeah, ya like 'em?" Michele's face told all.
"Gosh, he's . . . dere's no way ta describe 'im. Ya's so lucky ta have 'em bump inta you."
"Ohh!" Sara got an evil grin on her face. "I know why you wanted to have him bump into you." She stuck out her tongue at Michele.
"Yeah, I wouldn't keep a thing like that in my mout' either."
"But you would keep somethin' else in your mout'.
"What!" Michele screech, shocked at her friend. "You are so sick. Get you head outta da gutter, girl."
"Don't deny it! I know what you're thinkin'."
"Do not." Michele's voice rose a little.
"Do too." Sara's voice getting equally as loud.
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Do not!" Michele slowed down her pace and turned to face her friend.
"Do too!" Sara stopped, and spun around to face Michele.
"Do NOT!"
"Ya wanna fight 'bout it?" Sara's face was stone cold.
"Yeah!" Cried Michele as she made a charge at her enemy.
"Wait!" Sara couldn't hold it in any longer. She burst out laughing
"Dat was better. Ya gotta keep da face. Keep workin' on it, though. Ya gettin' better."
"At least I tried." Sara sighed. "I'm never gonna have a good poker face. Kiss all my dreams goodbye!"
By now they had both arrived at the factory. And just in time too, because they were almost late. Then they began their monotonous day at the factory, sewing collars and shirts until a short lunch break. Then after lunch they worked on sewing more shirts and collars. Other than that, it was the same thing, day in and day out. What time they got out of work, though would vary. If they had gotten all their orders filled early, then they would be let out early, and vice versa. So they could get out late evening or early evening. Sara and Michele and everybody else could finally converse, they weren't allowed to while they were working. Tonight they got early, and headed for a cheap restaurant, according to Michele.
"Da food ain't half bad eiddah." So they stopped in a restaurant called Tibby's. They both ordered pork & beans, being the cheapest on the menu.
By now, it was getting late, and they had to get back to the boarding house, or they wouldn't get a bunk. They got to boarding house in time, because there were three spaces left.
They tiredly climbed up the stairs, and got changed. Too tired to say anything, they both fell asleep.
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The next morning, Mrs. Brewster came into the girl's room at five o'clock, knowing that they would never get to the factory in time if she didn't wake them up earlier. "C'mon, get up, get up. Da factory's gonna have me head if youse goils ain't up! Ya want dat ta happen?"
One girl, who was clearly not a morning person, stumbled out of bed and said under her breath, "We'se all sick of you wakin' us up every moirin'. Wouldn't be dat bad."
Mrs. Brewster just ignored her, knowing that it would just cause more trouble if she spoke back. Some girls still lingered in bed for a little while longer, until she threatened to open a window. "Yeah, it's real cold tiday, even fa October."
Sara had just a little trouble getting up, but soon managed to get up before Mrs. Brewster had a chance to. She woke up Michele, who hoped right out and acted like she couldn't be happier. Maybe I'se shoulda let 'er sleep a while longah. Do 'er some good. Sara got changed in the bathroom from her nightclothes into her factory "uniform." At least they had given all
the girls something to wear, even though it wasn't the best, especially on cold days like these. After they were all ready, the girls would head down to the factory, and Sara and Michele left early in the morning. As they were walking down the street to the factory, Sara bumped into a friend.
"Hey!" Sara spun around and found out that it was the boys who had bumped into her yesterday. "I'se just wanted ta tell youse dat I'se sorry 'bout yestiday. I didn't mean ta run inta ya."
"Dat's awright. I almost forgot 'bout it. Used to having people just bump inta me. Didja lose any of yer papers?" Sara asked, already knowing the answer.
"Naw, thanks for askin' though. I'se Kid Blink, Blink fa shoirt, and dis is Mush, and dat is Racetrack. Jack's our leadah, an' he's up dere." Blink said. Odd names, Sara thought to herself, must be a newsies thing. Sara looked at Mush who looked about fifteen or sixteen, and was tall with curly brown hair and brown eyes. Racetrack, on the other hand, was short, had
dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, a cigar in his mouth and a pocket watch. Gee, I dunno how old he is. Looks 'bout twelve, but he's gotta be at least fifteen, or sixteen.
"Well I'se Sara, and dis 'ere is me friend, Michele. We'se on or way ta work, so, it's nice been talkin' ta youse, but if we'se late, den dey won't let us in till aftah da lunch break."
"Dat's okay, 'cause we'se on our way ta da World Distribution Center, where we get our papes. See ya's 'round." Blink said, and Mush and Racetrack said bye and hurried to catch up with the others. Sara and Michele continued on their way to the factory.
"Dat was da kid ya was tellin' me 'bout yestiday?" Michele asked, very shocked.
"Yeah, ya like 'em?" Michele's face told all.
"Gosh, he's . . . dere's no way ta describe 'im. Ya's so lucky ta have 'em bump inta you."
"Ohh!" Sara got an evil grin on her face. "I know why you wanted to have him bump into you." She stuck out her tongue at Michele.
"Yeah, I wouldn't keep a thing like that in my mout' either."
"But you would keep somethin' else in your mout'.
"What!" Michele screech, shocked at her friend. "You are so sick. Get you head outta da gutter, girl."
"Don't deny it! I know what you're thinkin'."
"Do not." Michele's voice rose a little.
"Do too." Sara's voice getting equally as loud.
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Do not!" Michele slowed down her pace and turned to face her friend.
"Do too!" Sara stopped, and spun around to face Michele.
"Do NOT!"
"Ya wanna fight 'bout it?" Sara's face was stone cold.
"Yeah!" Cried Michele as she made a charge at her enemy.
"Wait!" Sara couldn't hold it in any longer. She burst out laughing
"Dat was better. Ya gotta keep da face. Keep workin' on it, though. Ya gettin' better."
"At least I tried." Sara sighed. "I'm never gonna have a good poker face. Kiss all my dreams goodbye!"
By now they had both arrived at the factory. And just in time too, because they were almost late. Then they began their monotonous day at the factory, sewing collars and shirts until a short lunch break. Then after lunch they worked on sewing more shirts and collars. Other than that, it was the same thing, day in and day out. What time they got out of work, though would vary. If they had gotten all their orders filled early, then they would be let out early, and vice versa. So they could get out late evening or early evening. Sara and Michele and everybody else could finally converse, they weren't allowed to while they were working. Tonight they got early, and headed for a cheap restaurant, according to Michele.
"Da food ain't half bad eiddah." So they stopped in a restaurant called Tibby's. They both ordered pork & beans, being the cheapest on the menu.
By now, it was getting late, and they had to get back to the boarding house, or they wouldn't get a bunk. They got to boarding house in time, because there were three spaces left.
They tiredly climbed up the stairs, and got changed. Too tired to say anything, they both fell asleep.
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