Lindsay endured a long walk to Newsies Square from her home uptown. Once
in the square she sighted her old friend Blind Dymond whom was sitting on a
bench with a smile on her face. "Hey, Dymond?" Lindsay inquired.
"Hey, Lindsay." Dymond stated. "Lindsay!" Dymond realized the peculiarity of Lindsay's presence. "What are ya doin' 'ere? An' why are ya in yer bedclothes?"
Lindsay looked down and realized that, indeed, she was in her nightclothes. No wonder she received so many strange looks. "Have you seen Mush?"
"No, but he usually sells dah mornin' papes in Central Park." Dymond was still puzzled, "Why are ya heah, now?"
"I passed through Central Park on my way but did not see him." Lindsay ignored Dymond's inquiry.
"Well, he should be heah soon fer dah aftahnoon papes." Dymond explained. Sure enough, as soon as Dymond finished, Mush came sauntering toward the DC, Racetrack beside him. Lindsay jumped up from her seat and took off toward Mush. Upon seeing her, Mush's eyes brightened. He wrapped his arms around his girl, "What are ya doin' here?" he asked, surprised. Lindsay had begun to cry, "I ran away. Mush, I just could not take it anymore." "Ya ran away!?" Blind Dymond had approached and overheard. "Wow, dat's daring." Racetrack agreed with Dymond's surprise. "Okay, it's alright. Jist tell me what happened." Mush tried to calm his love. "Aunt Susan found out that I snuck out last night. She just kept yelling at me." Lindsay cried further, "I can not let anyone keep you from me anymore." "So, are ya gonna be a newsie again?" Blind Dymond asked excitedly. Lindsay wiped her eyes and turned toward her friend, "I guess so." "Well, if yer gonna be a newsgoil again, yer gonna need some different clothes." Racetrack commented. Lindsay sniffled and laughed while drying her eyes, "I guess yer right." Blind Dymond took Lindsay's hand. "Let's go tah McCain's. We'll git ya some clothes and a new bunk." "I'll be by aftah I git my papes." Mush assured her. He kissed her on the cheek; "I love you." "I love you, too." Lindsay said as Dymond dragged her off. "Now don't fergit 'bout cards tahnight jist cuz Lindsay's back." Race said to Mush. "Now, Race, ya can't ask me tah abandon Lindsay on her first night home." Mush stated. "Bring 'er wit ya." Race suggested. "Do ya really think Lindsay is gonna wanna go tah a card game?" "C'mon, Mush, this is real important tah me. I can't git dis goil outta my head an' dis is my one chance tah see 'er." Racetrack pleaded. "Alright, if it means dat much to ya." Mush conceded. The two newsboys strolled through the World Distribution gates and up the ramp to purchase the day's second edition.
"Hey, Lindsay." Dymond stated. "Lindsay!" Dymond realized the peculiarity of Lindsay's presence. "What are ya doin' 'ere? An' why are ya in yer bedclothes?"
Lindsay looked down and realized that, indeed, she was in her nightclothes. No wonder she received so many strange looks. "Have you seen Mush?"
"No, but he usually sells dah mornin' papes in Central Park." Dymond was still puzzled, "Why are ya heah, now?"
"I passed through Central Park on my way but did not see him." Lindsay ignored Dymond's inquiry.
"Well, he should be heah soon fer dah aftahnoon papes." Dymond explained. Sure enough, as soon as Dymond finished, Mush came sauntering toward the DC, Racetrack beside him. Lindsay jumped up from her seat and took off toward Mush. Upon seeing her, Mush's eyes brightened. He wrapped his arms around his girl, "What are ya doin' here?" he asked, surprised. Lindsay had begun to cry, "I ran away. Mush, I just could not take it anymore." "Ya ran away!?" Blind Dymond had approached and overheard. "Wow, dat's daring." Racetrack agreed with Dymond's surprise. "Okay, it's alright. Jist tell me what happened." Mush tried to calm his love. "Aunt Susan found out that I snuck out last night. She just kept yelling at me." Lindsay cried further, "I can not let anyone keep you from me anymore." "So, are ya gonna be a newsie again?" Blind Dymond asked excitedly. Lindsay wiped her eyes and turned toward her friend, "I guess so." "Well, if yer gonna be a newsgoil again, yer gonna need some different clothes." Racetrack commented. Lindsay sniffled and laughed while drying her eyes, "I guess yer right." Blind Dymond took Lindsay's hand. "Let's go tah McCain's. We'll git ya some clothes and a new bunk." "I'll be by aftah I git my papes." Mush assured her. He kissed her on the cheek; "I love you." "I love you, too." Lindsay said as Dymond dragged her off. "Now don't fergit 'bout cards tahnight jist cuz Lindsay's back." Race said to Mush. "Now, Race, ya can't ask me tah abandon Lindsay on her first night home." Mush stated. "Bring 'er wit ya." Race suggested. "Do ya really think Lindsay is gonna wanna go tah a card game?" "C'mon, Mush, this is real important tah me. I can't git dis goil outta my head an' dis is my one chance tah see 'er." Racetrack pleaded. "Alright, if it means dat much to ya." Mush conceded. The two newsboys strolled through the World Distribution gates and up the ramp to purchase the day's second edition.