CHAPTER THREE
A couple of weeks later, Bobbie woke up to the sound of the Newsies scurrying to and fro trying to get ready for the ahead of them. It had not taken her very long to grow accustomed to the noise. Bobbie heard a light rap on her door and hurriedly went to answer it. She was surprised, but a little bit alarmed to see Jack on the other side of the door. "Jack!" she exclaimed, making her surprise evident. "What's going on? Is everything all right?"'
"Oh, I'se sorry if I woked you up," Jack apologized. "I'se just wanted ta know if you'se wanted for me ta show you the city today and show you how's ta sell papes. You'se does wants ta learn, don't ya?"
Jack could tell by her expression that he had been correct in assuming she would want to take him up on his offer. Bobbie's eyes were shining with excitement as she told him, "Oh, thank you, Jack! I'll be ready in half an hour." As Jack walked away, he couldn't help thinking, 'I'se betta keeps a good eye on her today. There's are some crazy peoples out der. Alls I knows is dat if someone tries to mess wit my sista, I'll soak 'em.'
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Up where all the newsies were getting ready, Bobbie was the main topic of conversation, as had been for the past couple of weeks. Race's and Bobbie's relationship had grown, and the newsies were not letting race hear the end of it.
"Hey, Race! You'se likes her, huh? You'se was talkin' wit her all night last night!" Skittery taunted.
"Hey! Shet up! I'se told you'se all dis before. I does not have any romantic feelins for her whatsoevuh. I nevah even think of her likes dat!" Race shot back.
"Well, whut else does you'se talk bout besides horses?" Mush asked, hoping to find a lead of something to talk with Bobbie about, but trying to keep his tone carefree.
"Uh, not dat much else. Yeah, we'se talks bout horses, horses, and, uh, MUSIC! She likes music, and so does I so we'se talk 'bout it," Race recalled. That was as much information as Race would give out. Race left a pondering Mush. 'Maybe I could takes her ta Medda's place! Would she go wit me? It's no use. That'll never woik. Who am I foolin'? She's so purty and there's are so many more boys in dis heah Manhattan. It's hopeless.' As Race turned around, he saw Mush's expression change from pensive to depressing. 'I have a feelin' dat I knows da reason why's Mush is so down. I'll ask him 'bout it sooner or latuh,' Race thought.
~*~*~*~*~*~
All the newsies had been more than a little surprised to see Bobbie accompanying Jack as they all made their way to the square to wait for the circulation bell. Race's suspicions concerning Mush had been confirmed by looking at Mush's face as Bobbie came into view. He had started to clam up and suddenly developed an infatuation with the ground beneath him. When they arrived at the square, Jack's voice cut through all the noise. "Well, let's go trough all da rules." All conversations ceased and every eye was on Jack as he spoke. " Dis heah is Bobbie's foist day of lookin' round Manhattan. Nows I knows dat she probably wouldn't want ta be stuck wit her big brudda all da time, so dis is wut we's gonna do. Every day, I'se gonna have her go wit someone different than da day before. Now, you'se guys' jobs would be to show her diff'rent angles in sellin' your papes. Does everybody understand?" Murmurs of agreement were heard throughout the crowd, so Jack turned toward a boy that Bobbie had never seen before. "Bobbie, I'd like ya ta meet my pal Davey. Davey, this is my little sista Bobbie."
"Oh I didn't know that you had a sister," David said. "Nice to meet you. I'm David." The statement was directed towards Bobbie and it took her a moment to realize that. With a start, she offered her hand. "Forgive me. I'm Roberta, but everyone calls me Bobbie. It's nice to meet you too."
Small talk continued until the circulation bell rang, when all the newsies made their way to the counter to purchase their papers. As Mush made HIS way to the counter, he couldn't help but hoping that his turn to escort Bobbie would come soon.
A couple of weeks later, Bobbie woke up to the sound of the Newsies scurrying to and fro trying to get ready for the ahead of them. It had not taken her very long to grow accustomed to the noise. Bobbie heard a light rap on her door and hurriedly went to answer it. She was surprised, but a little bit alarmed to see Jack on the other side of the door. "Jack!" she exclaimed, making her surprise evident. "What's going on? Is everything all right?"'
"Oh, I'se sorry if I woked you up," Jack apologized. "I'se just wanted ta know if you'se wanted for me ta show you the city today and show you how's ta sell papes. You'se does wants ta learn, don't ya?"
Jack could tell by her expression that he had been correct in assuming she would want to take him up on his offer. Bobbie's eyes were shining with excitement as she told him, "Oh, thank you, Jack! I'll be ready in half an hour." As Jack walked away, he couldn't help thinking, 'I'se betta keeps a good eye on her today. There's are some crazy peoples out der. Alls I knows is dat if someone tries to mess wit my sista, I'll soak 'em.'
~*~*~*~*~*~
Up where all the newsies were getting ready, Bobbie was the main topic of conversation, as had been for the past couple of weeks. Race's and Bobbie's relationship had grown, and the newsies were not letting race hear the end of it.
"Hey, Race! You'se likes her, huh? You'se was talkin' wit her all night last night!" Skittery taunted.
"Hey! Shet up! I'se told you'se all dis before. I does not have any romantic feelins for her whatsoevuh. I nevah even think of her likes dat!" Race shot back.
"Well, whut else does you'se talk bout besides horses?" Mush asked, hoping to find a lead of something to talk with Bobbie about, but trying to keep his tone carefree.
"Uh, not dat much else. Yeah, we'se talks bout horses, horses, and, uh, MUSIC! She likes music, and so does I so we'se talk 'bout it," Race recalled. That was as much information as Race would give out. Race left a pondering Mush. 'Maybe I could takes her ta Medda's place! Would she go wit me? It's no use. That'll never woik. Who am I foolin'? She's so purty and there's are so many more boys in dis heah Manhattan. It's hopeless.' As Race turned around, he saw Mush's expression change from pensive to depressing. 'I have a feelin' dat I knows da reason why's Mush is so down. I'll ask him 'bout it sooner or latuh,' Race thought.
~*~*~*~*~*~
All the newsies had been more than a little surprised to see Bobbie accompanying Jack as they all made their way to the square to wait for the circulation bell. Race's suspicions concerning Mush had been confirmed by looking at Mush's face as Bobbie came into view. He had started to clam up and suddenly developed an infatuation with the ground beneath him. When they arrived at the square, Jack's voice cut through all the noise. "Well, let's go trough all da rules." All conversations ceased and every eye was on Jack as he spoke. " Dis heah is Bobbie's foist day of lookin' round Manhattan. Nows I knows dat she probably wouldn't want ta be stuck wit her big brudda all da time, so dis is wut we's gonna do. Every day, I'se gonna have her go wit someone different than da day before. Now, you'se guys' jobs would be to show her diff'rent angles in sellin' your papes. Does everybody understand?" Murmurs of agreement were heard throughout the crowd, so Jack turned toward a boy that Bobbie had never seen before. "Bobbie, I'd like ya ta meet my pal Davey. Davey, this is my little sista Bobbie."
"Oh I didn't know that you had a sister," David said. "Nice to meet you. I'm David." The statement was directed towards Bobbie and it took her a moment to realize that. With a start, she offered her hand. "Forgive me. I'm Roberta, but everyone calls me Bobbie. It's nice to meet you too."
Small talk continued until the circulation bell rang, when all the newsies made their way to the counter to purchase their papers. As Mush made HIS way to the counter, he couldn't help but hoping that his turn to escort Bobbie would come soon.