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"Come on. Tell me. Who were you meeting?" Amber said excitedly as soon as she closed the door.
"Well, yesterday Summer can to my house upset. I told her that some shopping and ice cream would cheer her up. Then I had to leave and she went to get ice cream by herself." She began.
"So, you two were by yourselves." Amber interrupted.
"You didn't let me finish. Well according to Summer, there was a group of newsboys there and they seemed really nice. So they made arrangements to meet again today. So Summer took me with her today." Lizzie finished.
"And? Who did you meet? Come on, I know you met someone; you are all flushed and your eyes are sparkling."
"Fine. But you can't tell anyone." Lizzie said.
"I promise that I will never tell anyone." Amber promised.
"Well, his name's Mush…" she began.
"That's his real name? Who names their child 'Mush'?" Amber interrupted.
"It's his nickname. All of them had one. Well he's really cute and he volunteered to show me around New York." Lizzie explained.
"Liz… You've lived in NYC your whole life."
"That's what I told him but he said that he wanted to show me, exact quote, 'Newsie New York'. I guess he wants to show me where they meet and things like that." She said.
"Oh, alright. I guess you better get home then. See you around." Amber said, leading her down the stairs.
"Remember, not a word to anyone." She warned.
"Don't worry." Amber responded, rolling her eyes.
"Bye, see you later." Lizzie said, leaving for her house.
When she got back, her sister was waiting for her. "Hurry up. We're expecting company so I'm going to do your hair. What are you wearing?" her twin sister, Michelle asked, horrified.
"Calm down. They're pants. A lot of girls wear them nowadays." She responded.
"But not respectable girls. They are men's clothing. You better not have Mother see you in these things. Now upstairs. What are you going to wear?" Michelle insisted.
"How about this blue one. The new one Mother got me last week. I didn't really have anywhere to wear it." Lizzie responded, taking out a silk, low-cut blue dress.
"It looks wonderful. And you can borrow my diamond necklace and matching earrings." Michelle offered.
"Thank you. So, who's coming over?" she asked, pulling off the pants and blouse and replacing it with a towel.
"What?" her sister asked.
"I asked who's coming for dinner that we have to get all dressed up for." She called from the bathtub.
"Oh. Um, a man that owns the 'World' newspaper and his grandson." Michelle replied.
"Great. Summer told me that he's a major jerk." Lizzie responded.
"Well Summer gets to marry him. She's so lucky." Michelle whined.
"Shelli, he's a creep that thinks he's god with women when really he's not." She told her sister.
"But he's really rich."
"So are you. Get a nice guy that will respect and love you."
"Come on. Time to do your hair." Michelle said, seating Lizzie down on a chair in front of the vanity mirror.
In 20 minutes, Lizzie's hair was put up at the top of her head and it suited her beautifully.
They were just in time. As soon Michelle was dressed their mother, Ellen called for them, "Michelle? Elizabeth? Are you ready? Mr. Pulitzer and Samuel should arrive soon."
"We're ready, Mother." They responded, coming down the stairs. Five minutes after they got down, the doorbell rang and the butler went and opened it. On the threshold stood an old man and a 17-year-old boy with blonde hair.
"Good evening, Mr. Pulitzer." Lizzie's father, Jason greeted his guest. "And young Samuel is here as well."
"Yes. How do you do? Samuel here is staying with the McClellan's since I'm rather busy at this moment. He's got his eye on one of the girls, right, Samuel?" Mr. Pulitzer said.
"Summer, the one with red hair, even though she's rather rebellious. Elizabeth, you are Summer's friend, no?" Sam asked.
"Yes. Please come to the parlor, Mr. Pulitzer, Samuel," she responded politely. The two Pulitzers followed the girl into the parlor.
"I don't know what, but something has made Lizzie so polite for the last week." Ellen whispered to her husband as they followed their daughters and guests.
"I think it's the new school we've enrolled her into."
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