and perceives a music-roll._]
The chump! He's forgotten his music!
[_He picks it up and runs toward the window on the left,
muttering furiously_]
Brainless, earless, thumb-fingered Gentile!
[_Throwing open the window_]
Here, Johnny! You can't practise your scales if you leave 'em here!
[_He throws out the music-roll and shivers again at the cold as
he shuts the window._]
Ugh! And I must go out to that miserable dancing class to scrape the
rent together.
[_He goes to the fire and warms his hands._]
_Ach Gott!_ What a life! What a life!
[_He drops dejectedly into the armchair. Finding himself sitting
uncomfortably on the big book, he half rises and pushes it to the
side of the seat. After an instant an irate Irish voice is heard
from behind the kitchen door._]

KATHLEEN [_Without_]
Divil take the butther! I wouldn't put up with ye, not for a hundred
dollars a week.

MENDEL [_Raising himself to listen, heaves great sigh_]
_Ach!_ Mother and Kathleen again!

KATHLEEN [_Still louder_]
Pots and pans and plates and knives! Sure 'tis enough to make a saint
chrazy.

FRAU QUIXANO [_Equally loudly from kitchen_]
_Wos schreist du? Gott in Himmel, dieses Amerika!_

KATHLEEN [_Opening door of kitchen toward the end of FRAU QUIXANO'S
speech, but turning back, with her hand visible on the door_]
What's that ye're afther jabberin' about America? If ye don't like God's
own counthry, sure ye can go back to your own Jerusalem, so ye can.

MENDEL
One's very servants are anti-Semites.

KATHLEEN [_Bangs her door as she enters excitedly, carrying a folded
white table-cloth. She is a young and pretty Irish
maid-of-all-work_]
Bad luck to me, if iver I take sarvice again with haythen Jews.
[_She perceives MENDEL huddled up in the armchair, gives a little
scream, and drops the cloth._]
Och, I thought ye was out!

MENDEL [_Rising_]
And so you dared to be rude to my mother.

KATHLEEN [_Angrily, as she picks up the cloth_]
She said I put mate on a butther-plate.

MENDEL
Well, you know that's against her religion.

KATHLEEN
But I didn't do nothing of the soort. I ounly put butther on a
mate-plate.

MENDEL
That's just as bad. What the Bible forbids----

KATHLEEN [_Lays the cloth on a chair and vigorously clears off the
litter of things on the table._]
Sure, the Pope himself couldn't remimber it all. Why don't ye have a
sinsible religion?

MEN