"Poverty? If I wanted riches I wouldn't be here slinging papers, living on cheap gruel, and sleeping in a flea-bitten flophouse. I'm in it for the adventure!"

"Adventure?" you say. "Surely being a newsgirl is long work and little pay?"

"That too, but you know what we do? We're everywhere in the city, and we see everything. Nothing gets past us newsies."

You pause to think of a rebuttal, but she instantly changes tack. "Back to you buying a paper. Tribune, Herald, or Mercury? Overnight or extra morning edition? Two cents each, except the Mercury's just one on account of the delivery man having dropped it in the gutter."

You smile. "One of each, morning edition, sounds good."

Nell grins big and fishes a couple of folded papers from her satchel. She hands them over as you drop two silver coins in her palm, then watches as you fish through the papers looking for the piece on your theatre.

"Something in there of interest?"

"Hmm?" you reply, engrossed in the paper. The Mercury's morning edition only has notices about the upcoming shows at Barnum's American Museum, so you turn to the Tribune, which has more extensive theatrical coverage. You're lost in reading when you're interrupted by a booming voice from across the street.

"Ho there, sir!"

You look up to see a stout policeman crossing the street with his hand in the air. Nell stiffens.

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