Tachinya could not sleep that night. She layed on her bunk staring at the
bottom of Blind Dymond's bed thinking about he night's events. Tachinya
did not know what she was going to do with out Momoe. He had always
attracted customers for her-maybe that was the problem. It was possible
that Tachinya had spent too much time treating Momoe as a source of income
than as a friend.
As Tachinya muddled over the loss of her monkey companion, a pair of glowing green eyes watched her every movement from outside the window.
+~*~+
August 3, 1903
The newsies were awaiting the opening of the distribution gates and mingled about in their usual cliques. One group contained such slightly- known figures as Itey, Snoddy, Snitch, Swifty, and Specs, among others. The topic of discussion was what the new newsboy should be called. The new boy's name is Walter Mitty. The newsies asked him questions about his past and personality in order to devise a suitable newsies name, but the boy revealed very little. He seemed to have a secret life. As they stood about, Snoddy picked his nose, Specs held an apple, Swifty stood nondescriptly in the crowd, Itey fondled his suspenders, and Snitch tried to resist the urge to suck is thumb.
"Now, wheah did ya come from, kid?" asked Snitch.
"Maine," was the response.
"How old are ya?" Snoddy inquired.
"Fifteenish."
Now Itey had one, "Didja have a goil back home?"
"Yes."
Now they were getting somewhere. Swifty had the next question all lined up when an unexpected occurrence stopped him before he opened his mouth. A mangy, scraggly boy with long limbs had stumbled into the circular group of boys and snatched the apple from Specs' grasp.
"So, what she like?" Specs asked.
Boy, Swifty thought, I was gonna ask dat!
"Hey, didn't you want that? Who was that boy?" The new kid was puzzled by the newsies' lack of reaction.
"Who?" Snitch asked, "Oh, dat's Feral Boy. We don't go aftah him cause he has diseases." The group looked off in the direction Feral Boy had gone. The boy had a strange gait that caused him to look like a maniac as he ran.
"Heya, boys!" Just beyond Feral Boy's current location, Crutchy was approaching the group. The boys waved to Crutchy out of sympathy. Crutchy was waving back when Feral Boy pounced upon him, knocked him to the ground, and began biting his neck.
"What's 'er name?" Swifty asked. Yes! Dat was a good one! Swifty thought.
"Helena," the new boy replied.
As Tachinya muddled over the loss of her monkey companion, a pair of glowing green eyes watched her every movement from outside the window.
+~*~+
August 3, 1903
The newsies were awaiting the opening of the distribution gates and mingled about in their usual cliques. One group contained such slightly- known figures as Itey, Snoddy, Snitch, Swifty, and Specs, among others. The topic of discussion was what the new newsboy should be called. The new boy's name is Walter Mitty. The newsies asked him questions about his past and personality in order to devise a suitable newsies name, but the boy revealed very little. He seemed to have a secret life. As they stood about, Snoddy picked his nose, Specs held an apple, Swifty stood nondescriptly in the crowd, Itey fondled his suspenders, and Snitch tried to resist the urge to suck is thumb.
"Now, wheah did ya come from, kid?" asked Snitch.
"Maine," was the response.
"How old are ya?" Snoddy inquired.
"Fifteenish."
Now Itey had one, "Didja have a goil back home?"
"Yes."
Now they were getting somewhere. Swifty had the next question all lined up when an unexpected occurrence stopped him before he opened his mouth. A mangy, scraggly boy with long limbs had stumbled into the circular group of boys and snatched the apple from Specs' grasp.
"So, what she like?" Specs asked.
Boy, Swifty thought, I was gonna ask dat!
"Hey, didn't you want that? Who was that boy?" The new kid was puzzled by the newsies' lack of reaction.
"Who?" Snitch asked, "Oh, dat's Feral Boy. We don't go aftah him cause he has diseases." The group looked off in the direction Feral Boy had gone. The boy had a strange gait that caused him to look like a maniac as he ran.
"Heya, boys!" Just beyond Feral Boy's current location, Crutchy was approaching the group. The boys waved to Crutchy out of sympathy. Crutchy was waving back when Feral Boy pounced upon him, knocked him to the ground, and began biting his neck.
"What's 'er name?" Swifty asked. Yes! Dat was a good one! Swifty thought.
"Helena," the new boy replied.