Chapter 2
Narrator: The next day, Harry got up and out of bed, got dressed, and went to his job at the factory. His factories job was to make rails for the railroads that needed more of them for either new track, or to replace old rails that had worn out. Harry's job was to see how much metal they needed for the orders and to make sure all of the products were being made properly. He did not mind his job, but it was kind of a drewry atmosphere in a steelworks.
Harry:(To himself) I wish I had taken a job somewhere else.
Narrator: Suddenly, he looked down from his office, and saw a girl, who looked much too young and scrawny being yelled at by a burly worker who did not look friendly. She looked at the point of tears. Harry then noticed that she was holding a chain that looked like it was attached to something far below it, and then he saw other workmen with chains all around the girl and they were yelling at her too. He decided to go down to investigate.
Harry: Excuse me, but what is going on over here?
Workman 1: this girl won't pull hard enough for us to pull the rails up from the molds!
Harry: (looking at the girl, who was crying uncontrollably) She is hardly 15 years old! There is no way she is strong enough to do a job like this! Just look at her!
Narrator: The men look at her agree with him and find some one else to do the job. Meanwhile, Harry tried to talk to the girl.
Harry: Excuse me miss, but what are you doing in a place like this. He then noticed that the girl was wearing raggedy clothes, had messed up hair, and was filthy dirty. She had long, Blonde hair, was about 4'7", and was about 90 lbs. She seemed to have the most beautiful Golden eyes you have ever seen.)
Girl: My name is Polly Gladstone, and I work here because I have no other alternative. You see, my Father died in a train accident, and the bank took away my house because I could not pay the bills for the house. Then they drafted me to work here and won't let me quit. They have treated me very badly and I am very miserable in their hands. This is terrible work here and very little pay, and the workmen here are very harsh and rude to me.
Harry: What about you're mother, couldn't she take care of you?
Polly: My mother mysteriously disappeared just a few months ago and I do not know what happened to her. I loved her so much, I don't know why she left.
Narrator: Harry felt bad for Polly, he wanted to help her, so he said to her that if she needed a helping hand or a friend or anything, just come to him. That night, after he went home, he told his wife all about Polly and about her miserable life at the steelworks and how he needed to help her.
Maria: Oh, my dear! How awful!
Harry: I know, but I am sure she will be all right. (To himself) I wish she was my daughter.
Narrator: But little did he know was that in the end that was about to come true!