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-L'Amo-

"No no no, ya doin' it all w'ong! Ya gotta make it balieveable!" Fowl said with a laugh as he showed Benna the correct way to hawk the headlines. It had already been thirty minutes, and Benna had only sold two of her ten papers. Fowl had since sold twenty-seven of his.

Boots and Snipeshooter were no longer there. Snipe normally sold with Fowl, and Boots on his own, but since Benna was there, Fowl was teaching her how to, and the other two went to sell at another beat.

"Heah... take a look..." Fowl said, holding a paper out to Benna. She read the headline he was pointing to, 'New machinery shuts down upon testing'. She looked back at him, who grinned and held the paper in the air. "Machine goes ba'zoik in fact'ry! Innocent lives at stake!" She watched as he sold six papers off of that one with a grin on her face. 'So that's how he does it...' she thought, thinking that maybe she could take a leaf or two out of his book. She scanned her own newspapers for a usable headline. Finally, she found one.

"Family targeted and shot down in ethnic dispute! Read all about it!" Fowl looked through his papers, trying to find where that story came from. He couldn't find anything and looked at her.

"Whea'dya see dat?" Benna grinned and opened one of his papes.

"Right there," she said, pointing to a headline. Fowl read it. 'Seagulls found dead on pier from slingshot wounds'. He looked at Benna and grinned.

"Ya good," he said, laughing. "Ya really good." Benna smiled and continued to sell, this time a little better.

Finally, after much tweaking of the headlines, they both finished their selling. Even though Fowl had more, he still finished quite a long time before Benna. It didn't bother her though.

The two made their way towards Tibby's diner, to grab some dinner. Since the little encounter with Mush Meyers that morning, Benna no longer felt as threatened or intimidated by the newies. In fact, she couldn't wait to see them again. Mainly because Fowl was so proud of her, that he was telling anyone who'd listen how good she was at hawkin' headlines. She had definitely had a shift in her attitude about everything.

They reached Tibby's in a few minutes, and sat down at the same booth as they did at lunch. It was still full of boys, but this time Benna was comfortable. She sat with confidence.

Boots and Snipeshooter joined them not long after the two of them sat down. Fowl told them about how good they did at selling, and Benna watched at his eyes grew wide with excitement, telling the tale.

"I'll be right back guys, I gotta go powder my nose," she said, getting up and walking to the bathroom. She could feel around twenty pairs of eyes on her as she did so.

Walking into the bathroom, she looked at her self in the small mirror above the dingy sink. "I can't believe this..." she said quietly, thinking about her entire day. "How is any of this possible? I mean... -Is- it a dream? Or am I -really- here, in 1898?" She leaned down over hte sink and urned on the water, nice and warm. She splashed some over her face, clearing her head of previous thoughts. Then she looked back at herself and smiled.

When she came back from the bathroom and headed to the table, she noticed a lot more newsies situated around it then before. There was a boy with shaggy brown hair, one with slick black hair, another with curly hair and a crutch, and the last was Cowboy, from earlier. They were all deep in conversation with Fowl.

She walked over and pushed her way through the crowd, so that she could sit by Fowl. They all watched as she did so, completely quiet. Fowl smiled at her.

"Hey, Ben, meet some a da guys. Ya know Cowboy heah, an dat's Race, Crutchy, and Skittery," he told her, pointing to the boy with black hair, the one with the crutch, and then the other. Benna smiled at them all. They tipped their hats at her.

"So Fowl heah was jus' tellin' us 'bout ya unique sellin' style," Race said, pulling his chair closer to her. She laughed at him, thinking about how he'd said that, 'unique selling style', and nodded.

"Just doin' what 'e taught me," she said, again gaining the accent. The others smiled. She looked around the diner, counting all the newsies in it. 'Sedici,' she though, nodding. 'Oh, er, sixteen...' More Italian. 'I swear, if I hadn't just been transported magically to 1898, I'd think that me speaking Italian was pretty fishy.'

Benna shook the thought out of her mind and looked back to the table. All of them were again in conversation. She turned to Fowl, noticing that he was talking to no one, and struck up one with him.

"So, was I really all that good at sellin'?" she asked, not bothering using the accent. He smiled at her and nodded vigorously.

"Ya de best goil sella I've seen since Sprite," he said with a smile. "Oh, dat remins' me, I was tawkin' ta Cowboy, an 'e say's Sprite's comin' by a lit'l latah da see us. Youse kin meet ah' den." Benna smiled. 'Another girl newsie... hmm... this could be fun.' She turned back to the table as the waiter was setting down a few trays of food. "I took da lib'ahty a ord'in for ya. I t'ought since ya already 'ad da chips, ya'd like ta try da hotdogs, now." Benna nodded with a smile.

"Thanks, Fowl. Fowl...? What's your real name, if you don't mind tellin' me?" she asked. Fowl looked around cautiously, then back at her. He nodded.

"If I tell ya, ya gotta swea' not ta tell no one. No one else knows, sides Snipes. A'ight?" Benna nodded with a grin, getting a slight thrill out of all this secretive stuff. He leaned in closer to her, so that he was right be her ear. "Mah'shall Olin," he said, just below a whisper. Benna smiled and looked at him.

"That's not that bad. At least your real name isn't 'Bennita'," she said, cringing. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Boots, Cowboy, and Race's heads snap up suddenly. She looked over at them all. "What?" she asked, looking at their stunned faces. 'Why do these people keep freaking out?'

"I t'ought ya said ya name was Benna?" Cowboy asked. Benna made a face, as if it should have been obvious.

"Yeah, um, it's short for Bennita. Is something wrong?" she asked, still looking at all of their faces. Boots shook his head.

"So, ya names really Bennita Bianco?" The others stared at her as she nodded slowly. "Could you guys please tell me waht is so intriguing about me name?" Before they could answer, the bell on the door rang, and the other newsies that weren't sitting a that table all cheered. This caused everyone at Benna's table to look as well.

"'Ey, Sprite! C'mon oveh heah, we got someone fo' ya da meet!" Fowl yelled to a petite blonde standing at the door. She smiled at them and made her way over to their table, sitting down by Snieshooter, across from Benna. To Benna's great dislike, Mush Meyer's had come in with her, and sat down with the others. She ignored him and looked to Sprite. "Sprite, I'd like ya da meen Benna. She's a friend a Kloppmans. Ise been showin' ah' da be a newsie." Sprite extened her hand at Benna with a smile.

"Nice meetin' ya Benna," she said kindly, through a very subtle accent.

"Likewise," Benna said smiling. She looked over Sprite. She was really a very pretty girl, which made Benna feel a twinge of jealousy. Her arms were very strong, probably form being a newsie, and her big, observing eyes were a brilliant shade of blue. Her smile was big and bright, which made Benna wonder why she hadn't been 'discovered' by any sort of modeling agency or something. But then, she remembered, she was in 1898.

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