Cards and Bitter spent a very enjoyable day together. Cards showed her how to exaggerate headlines, play on customer's sympathy, avoid the police, and the basic streets that she needed to know in Brooklyn. Bitter proved herself to be an excellent student and before long was exaggerating with the best of them. She also filled Cards in on how she and Spot had met, finding that she could talk about almost anything with him. While they were having hot-dogs by the river, Cards finally noticed the time. They were three hours late for meeting Spot. Cards took off at a sprint for the Lodging House more or less dragging Bitter behind him.
"Geez, pull my arm off, why don't ya?" Bitter asked angrily, when they had reached the Lodging House. "What does it mattah if we are a little late? Its not like—"
"It mattahs 'cause I'se been waitin' heah fer three an a half hours an' I'se don't likes ta be kept waitin'," came Spots voice from inside the Lodging House. "Get in heah you'se two. You'se got some explainin' ta do an' it bettah be good."
They walked in with their heads hanging. They both knew they were in for it.
"Look Spot, its me fault. I'se was showing her da town an' was too stupid ta watch da time," Cards rushed to tell him.
"Dat's not true. We were jest havin' a good time and I didn't think it would mattah if I showed up at noon or not, figurin' ya would jest find some business more important den me. Maybe I didn't want ta rush home jest ta find out ya had ta run off ta God knows where on 'business'," Bitter told Spot.
"Cards you'se get upstahs. We'se can talk latah. You," he said pointing at Bitter. "Follow me. Ise'll deal wid you now."
Spot walked out of the Lodging House and took off for the docks. Bitter followed him without talking. She soon began worrying about where he was taking her. What's he doin'? Maybe I pushed him too far dis time and he's takin' me off ta a secluded place so he can kill me an' dispose of me body easily. Nah, Spot wouldn't do dat…he likes me too much…he'd nevah hurt me…would he?
She was suddenly jerked out of her thoughts when Spot whipped around and said, "Cards, I'se pretty shoah I'se told ya ta go upstahs. An' I'se almost positive I'se didn't ask ya ta follow us."
"Sorry Spot," Cards apologized sheepishly. "I'se was jest a little worried about you'se tempah an' what affects it might have on Bittah der."
"You'se thinks I'se gunna beat up me own goil? What kinda person do you'se take me fer? I'se jest wanted ta get away from all da boys so we'se could talk 'n private. Aldoh you'se ain't makin' it so easy fer me."
"Oh, I knew you'se weren't gunna hurt her…really…I uhh jest didn't want you'se ta uh…say somethin' dat you'se would regret," Cards said a little shooken.
"Shoah Cards. Now beat it befoah I'se changes me mind an' give you'se da soakin' you'se desoives," Spot threatened.
Cards had disappeared before Spot had even finished, leaving Bitter all alone with Spot. Once alone, Spot and Bitter just sat there for a couple minutes in an awkward silence.
"Spot, ya brought me out here ta talk didn't ya?"
"Yeah, I'se did."
"Well, den, why aren't ya talkin'?"
"I'se was jest thinkin' 'bout what you'se said befoah. Look, you'se knows dat yer really important ta me, don't ya? I mean I'se wouldn't keep you'se aroun' if ya weren't."
"I know," Bitter said, not really believing what she was saying.
"No, really, you'se is. But it's jest I'se gots responsibilities ta me boys an' all da newsies in New York. I'se caint jest turn me back on dem ta do what I'se wants ta do all da time."
"I know…really. It's jest I thought if I came ta Brooklyn dat we would get ta spend time together. I could have jest stayed in Manhattan where I have friends if I knew da only time dat I would see ya is when I was throwin' ya out a bed!"
"Is dat what you want? Ta go back ta Manhattan? You'se don' like it heah?" Spot asked sounding hurt.
Bitter sighed. "I didn't mean dat. I'm jest kinda exasperated."
"I'se glad you'se didn't mean it 'cause I'se wants ya ta stay heah. Look hows 'bout we'se goes back ta da House an' clean up, an' Ise'll take ya ta a nice restaurant soes we'se can spend some time togeddah?
Bitter smiled. "Dat sounds great Spot. I'd really like that."
With that their first 'lovers quarrel' ended, little did they know that there were many to come.