Chapter 3
After another hour, Spot became sick of waiting for Bridget to sell her papes. He had finished an hour ago and Tracker had finished about a half an hour after that.
"How many do ya got left?" Spot asked Bridget.
"About 30…" Bridget told him quickly counting her papers.
"See dat's why Spot told ya to get 20!" Tracker said, rolling his eyes.
"Here, give me some of dem papes." Spot commanded. She gave him half and he quickly sold them, and waited impatiently for her to sell her last two. "From now on, you take how many I say ta talk!"
"Fine!" Bridget said in a mimicking voice. She rolled her eyes.
"Come on Spot, let's go get lunch." Tracker said purposely-leaving Bridget out. "How about the Cupboard?" Tracker suggested. (The Tibby's of Brooklyn).
"That's fine… go on, I'll be there in a minute." Spot told him. Tracker started off. Spot turned toward Bridget, who gave him a blank stare. "Listen kid, you'se gotta stop contradicting me if you'se wanna stay in Brooklyn. You need ta learn your place here. Cuz if you'se are dis rude ta everyone you'se ain't gonna make any friends 'ere." Spot told her. Bridget looked at him in shock. She then turned and stalked off in the other direction. Spot then headed over to the Cupboard.
"What'd you say ta her?" Tracker asked when Spot came in, with obvious dismay on his face.
"Don't worry 'bout it Tracker." Spot told him and then they ordered and ate an early lunch.
After lunch Spot headed back to the L.H. since he had a few hours to kill before the afternoon edition came out. He walked over to his bunk and noticed that Bridget was lying under the sheet on her bed. Spot lied down on his bunk beneath hers. He noticed the bunk was shaking a bit. Spot sighed loudly and the bunk stopped shaking instantly.
"Who's there?" Bridget asked meekly.
"Just Spot." He told her. "Is something wrong?" He asked feeling generous.
"Why do you care?" She asked hastily.
"Cuz yous'e in MY newsies and I try ta help my newsies as much as I can." Spot told her. Bridget slid over far enough so that she could see Spot on his bunk.
"I don't know two make friends…" Bridget said softly.
"What?" Spot asked.
"I never have and to make friends, just stick up for myself, so I don't know how ta make friends." Bridget explained.
"Well, first off ya hafta be nice ta people, and don't' just go beatin' 'em up cuz dey make fun of ya for bein' a goil." Spot said.
"You're not nice to people." Bridget pointed out. Spot didn't know what to say back to that.