Chapter 2
Emily looked up from her spot on the bed when a knock came to her door.
"Yes?"
"Sweety, daddy's is taking a ride into Brooklyn, and he wants you to come with him."
"I'd love to!" she exclaimed.
"Well, get dressed, and he'll meet you downstairs when your ready," Sarah said, and shut the door. Emily rummaged through her drawers and pulled out a pair of slacks and one of Derek's old shirts. She pulled on her shoes, grabbed a cap he had given her, and ran down the steps.
"I'm ready, Momma!" she called. Teddy walked out, picked up his daughter, and turned around.
"Alright, Sarah, we'll be back later!" he called.
"Alright! Have fun!" she called. Emily giggled as Teddy carried her to his carriage, set her down inside, and got in himself.
Teddy stopped the carriage on the docks.
"Do you want to come with me to this boring meeting, or would you rather stay and play around on the docks?" he asked.
"Um.." Emily stuck a finger to her lips as she thought. A wind began to blow, and knocked her hat off her head, and blew it down the docks.
"My hat!" she cried. She leapt off the carriage, and ran after it, attempting to catch it, but it disappeared from her sight. Emmy hung her head down low, and turned around, then discovered she was lost.
"Oh no." she mumbled. She began to walk in the direction she thought was the right way, but only lost herself even more. About to cry, Emily collapsed on the edge of the docks, on a pier that over looked the water, and placed her head in her hands.
"Hey! What'd you think your doin?" a voice called.
"Leave me alone," she said, crying.
"You aight?" he asked. She shook her head. The boy sat beside her.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I lost my hat, and I lost my way!" she cried. She lifted her head to look at him, and found him holding her hat.
"Is this yours?" he asked.
"My hat!" she cried. She grabbed it, and said, "Where'd you find it?"
"Over there, about to hit the water," he said, pointing.
"Oh, thank you!"
"No problem. My name's Spot. What's yours?" he asked, sticking out his hand.
"Emily.but everyone calls me Emmy, Emma, or Em.mainly my family. I don't really know that many people." He nodded.
"Well, Emmy.what else is lost?" he asked.
"I don't know the way back to my dad's carriage."
"Who's ya dad?" he asked.
"." Before Emily could say anything, Teddy's voice rang out from behind a crate.
"Emma! Emma, where are you?" he called.
"Daddy! Thank you, Spot," she said, stood up, and took off.
Sarah sat down at her diary that night, pulled out her pen, and began to write out her day as Teddy and Emily walked into the house. Emily was sleeping, so Teddy took her right up the steps, and laid her down in her bed. He hung her hat on the bedpost, covered her up, and walked out of the room so she could sleep. A smile began to grow as she remembered earlier, with Spot: he had suspenders on his pants, and a chain that held a key on it around his neck. He wore a hat similar to hers, and she thought he was really sweet: a really nice boy.
The sun rose up the next day, and Emily headed down the steps when her mother called her.
"Sweety, would you mind going out to find a newsie, like your brother, and buying a paper from him?" she asked.
"Sure, momma." Emily jogged back up the steps, pulled her hat on, and her shoes, and came back down. Her mother handed her some change, and Emily headed out the door. She began to walk down the street, and right when she was turning the corner, someone else was too, and they slammed into each other and hit the ground. The other person's papers began to fall and they were scattered on the ground.
"Oh, gosh, I am so sorry," she mumbled, and scrambled to pick them up for him. She stood up and handed him all the papers but one.
"I need that one, too," he said.
"Hm? Oh, well, can I buy this from ya?" she asked. She began to dig in her pocket, and handed him the money.
"Tank ya," he said.
"Hey.what's your name?" she asked.
"Kelly. Jack Kelly. And you?"
"Emily. Nice ta meet ya, Jack Kelly," she said.
"Yeah, you too," he said. As Jack began to walk away, Emily turned to head home, and noticed the hat hanging around his hat. She jogged up beside him, and said, "What's with the hat?"
"What? Oh, I wanna move ta Santa Fe. Ta be a cowboy," he said.
"You gotta nickname?" she asked.
"Nope. Why?"
"Well, every newsie I've meet so far has one.why not you, Cowboy?" she asked. He turned his head, and said, "That's sounds aight."
"Well, your new nickname is Cowboy, Cowboy," she said, smiling.
"Alright, fine.what bout you? You gotta nickname?" he asked. Emily looked up at the sky.
"I dunno.I have other versions of me name."
"Like what?"
"Em, Emma, Emmy. My parents call me all, my brother calls me Emmy."
"Who's your brother?"
"His name's Derek."
"Emily!" a voice called. Emily turned around, and saw her mother looking out the door.
"Coming mom! I gotta go, Cowboy. Bye," she said, turned, and ran up into the house.
Emily looked up from her spot on the bed when a knock came to her door.
"Yes?"
"Sweety, daddy's is taking a ride into Brooklyn, and he wants you to come with him."
"I'd love to!" she exclaimed.
"Well, get dressed, and he'll meet you downstairs when your ready," Sarah said, and shut the door. Emily rummaged through her drawers and pulled out a pair of slacks and one of Derek's old shirts. She pulled on her shoes, grabbed a cap he had given her, and ran down the steps.
"I'm ready, Momma!" she called. Teddy walked out, picked up his daughter, and turned around.
"Alright, Sarah, we'll be back later!" he called.
"Alright! Have fun!" she called. Emily giggled as Teddy carried her to his carriage, set her down inside, and got in himself.
Teddy stopped the carriage on the docks.
"Do you want to come with me to this boring meeting, or would you rather stay and play around on the docks?" he asked.
"Um.." Emily stuck a finger to her lips as she thought. A wind began to blow, and knocked her hat off her head, and blew it down the docks.
"My hat!" she cried. She leapt off the carriage, and ran after it, attempting to catch it, but it disappeared from her sight. Emmy hung her head down low, and turned around, then discovered she was lost.
"Oh no." she mumbled. She began to walk in the direction she thought was the right way, but only lost herself even more. About to cry, Emily collapsed on the edge of the docks, on a pier that over looked the water, and placed her head in her hands.
"Hey! What'd you think your doin?" a voice called.
"Leave me alone," she said, crying.
"You aight?" he asked. She shook her head. The boy sat beside her.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I lost my hat, and I lost my way!" she cried. She lifted her head to look at him, and found him holding her hat.
"Is this yours?" he asked.
"My hat!" she cried. She grabbed it, and said, "Where'd you find it?"
"Over there, about to hit the water," he said, pointing.
"Oh, thank you!"
"No problem. My name's Spot. What's yours?" he asked, sticking out his hand.
"Emily.but everyone calls me Emmy, Emma, or Em.mainly my family. I don't really know that many people." He nodded.
"Well, Emmy.what else is lost?" he asked.
"I don't know the way back to my dad's carriage."
"Who's ya dad?" he asked.
"." Before Emily could say anything, Teddy's voice rang out from behind a crate.
"Emma! Emma, where are you?" he called.
"Daddy! Thank you, Spot," she said, stood up, and took off.
Sarah sat down at her diary that night, pulled out her pen, and began to write out her day as Teddy and Emily walked into the house. Emily was sleeping, so Teddy took her right up the steps, and laid her down in her bed. He hung her hat on the bedpost, covered her up, and walked out of the room so she could sleep. A smile began to grow as she remembered earlier, with Spot: he had suspenders on his pants, and a chain that held a key on it around his neck. He wore a hat similar to hers, and she thought he was really sweet: a really nice boy.
The sun rose up the next day, and Emily headed down the steps when her mother called her.
"Sweety, would you mind going out to find a newsie, like your brother, and buying a paper from him?" she asked.
"Sure, momma." Emily jogged back up the steps, pulled her hat on, and her shoes, and came back down. Her mother handed her some change, and Emily headed out the door. She began to walk down the street, and right when she was turning the corner, someone else was too, and they slammed into each other and hit the ground. The other person's papers began to fall and they were scattered on the ground.
"Oh, gosh, I am so sorry," she mumbled, and scrambled to pick them up for him. She stood up and handed him all the papers but one.
"I need that one, too," he said.
"Hm? Oh, well, can I buy this from ya?" she asked. She began to dig in her pocket, and handed him the money.
"Tank ya," he said.
"Hey.what's your name?" she asked.
"Kelly. Jack Kelly. And you?"
"Emily. Nice ta meet ya, Jack Kelly," she said.
"Yeah, you too," he said. As Jack began to walk away, Emily turned to head home, and noticed the hat hanging around his hat. She jogged up beside him, and said, "What's with the hat?"
"What? Oh, I wanna move ta Santa Fe. Ta be a cowboy," he said.
"You gotta nickname?" she asked.
"Nope. Why?"
"Well, every newsie I've meet so far has one.why not you, Cowboy?" she asked. He turned his head, and said, "That's sounds aight."
"Well, your new nickname is Cowboy, Cowboy," she said, smiling.
"Alright, fine.what bout you? You gotta nickname?" he asked. Emily looked up at the sky.
"I dunno.I have other versions of me name."
"Like what?"
"Em, Emma, Emmy. My parents call me all, my brother calls me Emmy."
"Who's your brother?"
"His name's Derek."
"Emily!" a voice called. Emily turned around, and saw her mother looking out the door.
"Coming mom! I gotta go, Cowboy. Bye," she said, turned, and ran up into the house.
