The next morning Harmony was woken in a way she was unaccustomed to. One minute she was sound asleep in her nice, warm, dry bed – the next moment she was sputtering and drenched in freezing cold water. She sat up quickly coming face to face with a smirking Spot, who was sitting on her bed with the bucket still his hand.

"Ya sleep well, Bittah?" he questioned still smirking.

"Drop dead," she replied pushing him off the bed.

Spot pretended to be hurt as he picked himself off the floor. "Is dat anyway ta talk ta yer fearless leadah?" he asked attempting to look innocent.

"Nope, good thing yer not Jack."

"Thankfully, but I'se is yer fearless leadah, fer da time bein' at least an' boy are you's gunna see sum changes 'round heah!"

"What da hell are ya talkin' 'bout?" she asked looking shocked and worried.

"Jest what I'se said…I'se in charge 'round heah an' I'se sick of you'se sittin' roun' all day an' not pullin' yer weight," He stared straight at her before finishing his speech. "It ends now. If you'se wants ta stay heah, dat is." He looked down at her drenched night gown. "Hurry up an' get ready, Bittah. All da rest a da boys are long gone an' so's you got no one heah ta babysit you'se. It's jest you an' me."

He walked out of the room saying "You'se gots two minutes ta get dressed or Ill come in heah an' do it meself". With that he slammed the door.

Harmony was a little frightened and knowing that Spot was one to carry through with his threats she hurried to get dressed. She had just finished when Spot swung the door open.
"Good yer ready now hurry up, let's go."

Harmony started to ask, "Go where?" but before she could get her first syllable out Spot leveled her with his piecing glare and said, "When I'se wants ya ta talk Ise'll let ya know. 'Till den be a good goil, keep yer mouth shut an' wese'll get 'long jest fine."
She glared back angrily but didn't say anything. He took her to the front desk and yelled "Kloppy I'se brung her down!"

Kloppmann emerged from his office saying, "Good, good. All right girl, don't just stand around all day! There's bunks to be made and washrooms to clean!"

Harmony couldn't contain herself any longer. "What are ya talkin' 'bout?! I thought I was goin' ta sell papes, ya know be a newsie!"

Spot smirked. "Yeah, well, we'se gots 'nough newsies, but no one ta clean up aftah them. Dat's wheah you'se comes in. Ya clean hard, stay nice, an' keep ya mouth shut an' maybe ise'll let ya be a newsie some day! 'Til dat day youse'll clean. Got dat?"

Harmony looked angrier than she ever had before and started to tell Spot exactly what she thought of him but he cut her off saying, "Well Bittah, if you'se don't like it you'se could always leave…" He smirked.

"You'd like dat wouldn't ya? Well ya can't get rid a me dat easily Mr. Brooklyn! I hate ta break yer heart but I'm stayin'! Washin' a couple a rooms won't kill me!" She looked at him straight at the eye.

Spot laughed, making her more angry, and threw a rag at her. "Good, den der's sum bathrooms 'n der wid yer name on dem."

Harmony took the rag and stomped off. Spot watched her stomp up the stairs then turned and went to sell papers, leaving an amused Kloppmann smiling to himself.

I wonder how long they will keep this fighting up before they realize their true feelings. They keep going like this and they are gunna kill themselves before they have time to realize it. With that he went back to sitting behind his desk doing important business, such as playing cards.