"Plummy and Slam." The red head bellowed into the chimney at the bottom of Fagin's hideout. She ran up and into the door with her friend Bet. Inside, there was a bunch of noise, with all of Fagin's boys gathered about the dinner table. Nancy whipped out her basket of miscellaneous scraps of food. Like wolves, the many little pickpockets snatched them from the bag, "One a time! One a time!" giving in to two young boys she shook her head, "Fine…go and share 'em."

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a new one. He didn't belong here and that was obvious. His face was so innocent, and she felt a little sadness in the pit of her heart for his misfortune of having been brought here. Nancy smiled, "Who's this?" she asked in her usual jolly tone. "This is our new lodger, Mr. Twist. Oliver this is Nancy esquire."

"Oh!" Nancy smiled as the sweet little youth bowed before her. It struck a nerve as no one had ever treated her this well for about ten years now. Every time a new boy came, she would simply roll her eyes at Fagin and secretly think of how he taints the very lives of innocent boys. However, this time, the young child Oliver was so innocent look, and so innocent in character that she couldn't shrug it off. The boy took care of his raggedly clothes-they were clean unlike the others. He had a look of an angel that struck sorrow deep in the pit of Nancy's stomach.

"All genteel men 'ere all full 'o quality we are." Dodger piped, as Nancy smiled warmly at the boy. Daring

to give a little smirk at the pickpocket, Nancy replied wittily, "Oh don't take no notice of them just cause you've got manners and they ain't."

A shocked expression leapt upon the brunette boy's features, and furrowing his brows he demanded, "What do ya mean, we ain't got no manners?"

With a wicked grin the red head said, "What I say!" as She playfully shoved him on the floor. Dodger shook his head and rolled his eyes, scrambling to get up to his cubby. "Nancy! My dear, now what are you here for?"

Glaring at the old man, the spite and shame of her life read in her eyes as she glared, spitting at him. "Bill'll give you what for if you don't fork out..now come on!" The old, shrew man reluctantly placed two coppers into the young girls demanding hand. Gingerly he placed two more into Nancy's hand. Looking at him with a slight smirk, she jabbed, "Still mite."

It was Fagin's turn to glare. "Fine, fine take it all take it all, me n' the boys'll starve." He walked away shaking his head furiously after dispensing three more coppers.

Winking at Bet she quipped, " 'eartless we are." Laughing, she and Bet made their way out of the run down lair.

Authors Note; This is short but I really wanted to update for my readers 

Sorry it's so short, I haven't much time but thanks to those who review. Note to all readers the more reviews the more incentive for me to continue quickly…;)