**It's summer, so I've got nothing to do. I guess my chaps will be getting
up pretty fast these couple of months. This is my second today! Well,
that's all I've got to say for now so, I hope you like! **
Chapter 3
As Spot and Race approached the stables, they heard someone singing. It was a beautiful song and an even more beautiful voice. They followed the voice into a large stall where Elizabeth was hosing of Black Sand. She was unaware of their presence, so Spot and Race stood and listened to her sing. When she finished, she began to talk to the horse in a low voice.
"You was a great out dere Blacky boy," she murmured, "If ya keep winnin' like dat, den I'll get paid more and you'll get more a dose oats ya love so much. Den I can get outta dis lousy place and take a train anywhere but heah."
"What's so bad about New York?" Race asked, "I find quite da Newsie paradise."
Elizabeth looked at the stranger puffing on his cigar. She then looked at the boy standing beside him in red suspenders and a gray cabbie hat. She smirked and walked over to the stall door. "Well if it ain't da famous Spot Conlon," she said sarcastically, "What brings ya ta see a lowly stable rat such as meself?"
"Race heah wanted ta see da wonda pony dat just earned him five bucks," Spot replies, "'sides, I was wonderin' 'bout dat jockey fella. Why do ya let him treat ya like dat?"
Elizabeth sighed and opened the stall door. "Ya betta get in heah before dose reportas do." She tossed Race a currycomb. "Start at da neck an' woik your way down. Go wit da grain o' da hair." She turned her attention to Spot. "You come wit me ta get da hay an' da oats." She turned to Race as they left and said, "Oh, an' Race, if any a dose reportas get heah before we do, jus' say dat you're a friend a Lizzy's an' dat I'll be right back. Whateva ya do, don't let 'em in da stall."
Spot and Lizzy walked down to the feeding stall. As she began to scoop oats into a bucket, she said, "Get two leaves a hay from ova dere." She nodded towards a corner where fresh hay had been stacked for the racehorses.
"Well," Lizzy explained as they walked back to the stall, "da reason I let Mista Ramsay treat me da way he does is 'cause dis is all I got. If I get outta line, den it's back on da streets wit me."
Spot started to respond, but was interrupted by a loud curse from Lizzy. Reporters were swarming around Black Sand's stall. Spot suddenly realized that Race was still in there. He put the hay under one arm and grabbed Lizzy by the wrist with the other. He shouldered his way through the sea of reporters, dragging Lizzy behind him. They finally reached the stall door, which to their surprise was still closed, and went in. Spot realized that he was still holding Lizzy's hand and quickly let go. (A/N- yes I know, cheesy movie thing, but I just had to add it. Don't ask why, I just did.)
"'Bout time you two got back heah," Race said, "Dose reportas came almost right afta youse guys left."
"Spot," Lizzy instructed, "You put dat hay in da net in da corner. And Race, you pour dese oats in da containa next to da net. I'll talk to dese leeches an' maybe dey'll leave."
She walked to the stall door and began talking to the reporters. They asked her questions and took pictures of Black Sand. At last, they all filtered out of the stables.
"Tanks for helpin' fellas," Lizzy looked at them and smiled for the first time. She continued, "Ya betta get goin' before Mista Ramsay comes back. If dat joik (A/N- yes, that's "jerk") catches ya, den we're in for a bit a trouble,"
Spot and Race each shook Lizzy's hand and left. As they walked away, Lizzy waved and shouted, "Bye Spot! See ya Race!"
Spot waved back and Race replied, "See ya 'round Lizzy!"
As she watched the boys leaving, Lizzy murmured to herself, "Don't count on it Race." She then went back to grooming Black Sand."
"What a piece a woik!" Race exclaimed as they walked back to the Brooklyn docks, "She's really sometin'!"
"Come on Race," Spot said, "she's just a stable goil. Dere's notin' special 'bout her. 'Cept maybe her voice. She's as good as Medda and Medda's da professional."
There was along pause, then Race asked, "Do ya tink we'll eva see her again Spot?"
Spot shrugged. "I dunno Race. If we do, I hope she gains a little respect for me. Poisonally, I don't tink we'll eva see her again."
However, Spot was wrong. They did see Lizzy again, but it wasn't such a friendly meeting.
**Ooooo! Cliff hangy! Okay, I think I'm done typing for the day. Well, I better get off the net before my mom gets home and kills me! Please R&R! C-ya l8er! **
~*spots_lil_boidie*~
Chapter 3
As Spot and Race approached the stables, they heard someone singing. It was a beautiful song and an even more beautiful voice. They followed the voice into a large stall where Elizabeth was hosing of Black Sand. She was unaware of their presence, so Spot and Race stood and listened to her sing. When she finished, she began to talk to the horse in a low voice.
"You was a great out dere Blacky boy," she murmured, "If ya keep winnin' like dat, den I'll get paid more and you'll get more a dose oats ya love so much. Den I can get outta dis lousy place and take a train anywhere but heah."
"What's so bad about New York?" Race asked, "I find quite da Newsie paradise."
Elizabeth looked at the stranger puffing on his cigar. She then looked at the boy standing beside him in red suspenders and a gray cabbie hat. She smirked and walked over to the stall door. "Well if it ain't da famous Spot Conlon," she said sarcastically, "What brings ya ta see a lowly stable rat such as meself?"
"Race heah wanted ta see da wonda pony dat just earned him five bucks," Spot replies, "'sides, I was wonderin' 'bout dat jockey fella. Why do ya let him treat ya like dat?"
Elizabeth sighed and opened the stall door. "Ya betta get in heah before dose reportas do." She tossed Race a currycomb. "Start at da neck an' woik your way down. Go wit da grain o' da hair." She turned her attention to Spot. "You come wit me ta get da hay an' da oats." She turned to Race as they left and said, "Oh, an' Race, if any a dose reportas get heah before we do, jus' say dat you're a friend a Lizzy's an' dat I'll be right back. Whateva ya do, don't let 'em in da stall."
Spot and Lizzy walked down to the feeding stall. As she began to scoop oats into a bucket, she said, "Get two leaves a hay from ova dere." She nodded towards a corner where fresh hay had been stacked for the racehorses.
"Well," Lizzy explained as they walked back to the stall, "da reason I let Mista Ramsay treat me da way he does is 'cause dis is all I got. If I get outta line, den it's back on da streets wit me."
Spot started to respond, but was interrupted by a loud curse from Lizzy. Reporters were swarming around Black Sand's stall. Spot suddenly realized that Race was still in there. He put the hay under one arm and grabbed Lizzy by the wrist with the other. He shouldered his way through the sea of reporters, dragging Lizzy behind him. They finally reached the stall door, which to their surprise was still closed, and went in. Spot realized that he was still holding Lizzy's hand and quickly let go. (A/N- yes I know, cheesy movie thing, but I just had to add it. Don't ask why, I just did.)
"'Bout time you two got back heah," Race said, "Dose reportas came almost right afta youse guys left."
"Spot," Lizzy instructed, "You put dat hay in da net in da corner. And Race, you pour dese oats in da containa next to da net. I'll talk to dese leeches an' maybe dey'll leave."
She walked to the stall door and began talking to the reporters. They asked her questions and took pictures of Black Sand. At last, they all filtered out of the stables.
"Tanks for helpin' fellas," Lizzy looked at them and smiled for the first time. She continued, "Ya betta get goin' before Mista Ramsay comes back. If dat joik (A/N- yes, that's "jerk") catches ya, den we're in for a bit a trouble,"
Spot and Race each shook Lizzy's hand and left. As they walked away, Lizzy waved and shouted, "Bye Spot! See ya Race!"
Spot waved back and Race replied, "See ya 'round Lizzy!"
As she watched the boys leaving, Lizzy murmured to herself, "Don't count on it Race." She then went back to grooming Black Sand."
"What a piece a woik!" Race exclaimed as they walked back to the Brooklyn docks, "She's really sometin'!"
"Come on Race," Spot said, "she's just a stable goil. Dere's notin' special 'bout her. 'Cept maybe her voice. She's as good as Medda and Medda's da professional."
There was along pause, then Race asked, "Do ya tink we'll eva see her again Spot?"
Spot shrugged. "I dunno Race. If we do, I hope she gains a little respect for me. Poisonally, I don't tink we'll eva see her again."
However, Spot was wrong. They did see Lizzy again, but it wasn't such a friendly meeting.
**Ooooo! Cliff hangy! Okay, I think I'm done typing for the day. Well, I better get off the net before my mom gets home and kills me! Please R&R! C-ya l8er! **
~*spots_lil_boidie*~