"You ain"t yet satisfied?"
"But here I got no friends," complained Hanneh Breineh.
"Friends?" queried Mrs. Pelz. "What greater friend is there on earth than the dollar?"
"Oi! Mrs. Pelz; if you could only look into my heart! I"m so choked up! You know they say a cow has a long tongue, but can"t talk."
Hanneh Breineh shook her head wistfully, and her eyes filmed with inward brooding. "My children give me everything from the best. When I was sick, they got me a nurse by day and one by night. They bought me the best wine. If I asked for dove"s milk, they would buy it for me; but--but--I can"t talk myself out in their language. They want to make me over for an American lady, and I"m different." Tears cut their way under her eyelids with a p.r.i.c.king pain as she went on: "When I was poor, I was free, and could holler and do what I like in my own house. Here I got to lie still like a mouse under a broom. Between living up to my Fifth-Avenue daughter and keeping up with the servants, I am like a sinner in the next world that is thrown from one h.e.l.l to another." The doorbell rang, and Hanneh Breineh jumped up with a start.
"Oi weh! It must be the servant back already!" she exclaimed, as she tore off her ap.r.o.n. "Oi weh! Let"s quickly put the dishes together in a dish-pan. If she sees I eat on the kitchen table, she will look on me like the dirt under her feet."
Mrs. Pelz seized her shawl in haste.
"I better run home quick in my rags before your servant sees me."
"I"ll speak to Abe about the job," said Hanneh Breineh, as she pushed a bill into the hand of Mrs. Pelz, who edged out as the servant entered.
"I"m having fried potato lotkes special for you, Benny," said Hanneh Breineh, as the children gathered about the table for the family dinner given in honor of Benny"s success with his new play. "Do you remember how you used to lick the fingers from them?"
"Oh, mother!" reproved f.a.n.n.y. "Anyone hearing you would think we were still in the pushcart district."
"Stop your nagging, sis, and let ma alone," commanded Benny, patting his mother"s arm affectionately. "I"m home only once a month. Let her feed me what she pleases. My stomach is bomb-proof."
"Do I hear that the President is coming to your play?" said Abe, as he stuffed a napkin over his diamond-studded shirt-front.
"Why shouldn"t he come?" returned Benny. "The critics say it"s the greatest antidote for the race hatred created by the war. If you want to know, he is coming to-night; and what"s more, our box is next to the President"s."
"Nu, mammeh," sallied Jake, "did you ever dream in Delancey Street that we should rub sleeves with the President?"
"I always said that Benny had more head than the rest of you,"
replied the mother.
As the laughter died away, Jake went on:
"Honor you are getting plenty; but how much mezummen does this play bring you? Can I invest any of it in real estate for you?"
"I"m getting ten per cent royalties of the gross receipts,"
replied the youthful playwright.
"How much is that?" queried Hanneh Breineh.
"Enough to buy up all your fish-markets in Delancey Street,"
laughed Abe in good-natured raillery at his mother.
Her son"s jest cut like a knife-thrust in her heart. She felt her heart ache with the pain that she was shut out from their successes. Each added triumph only widened the gulf. And when she tried to bridge this gulf by asking questions, they only thrust her back upon herself.
"Your fame has even helped me get my hat trade solid with the Four Hundred," put in f.a.n.n.y. "You bet I let Mrs. Van Suyden know that our box is next to the President"s. She said she would drop in to meet you. Of course she let on to me that she hadn"t seen the play yet, though my designer said she saw her there on the opening night."
"Oh, Gosh, the toadies!" sneered Benny. "Nothing so sickens you with success as the way people who once shoved you off the sidewalk come crawling to you on their stomachs begging you to dine with them."
"Say, that leading man of yours he"s some cla.s.s!" cried f.a.n.n.y. "That"s the man I"m looking for. Will you invite him to supper after the theater?"
The playwright turned to his mother.
"Say, ma," he said, laughingly, "how would you like a real actor for a son-in-law?"
"She should worry," mocked Sam. "She"ll be discussing with him the future of the Greek drama. Too bad it doesn"t happen to be Warfield, or mother could give him tips on the "Auctioneer.""
Jake turned to his mother with a covert grin.
"I guess you"d have no objection if f.a.n.n.y got next to Benny"s leading man. He makes at least fifteen hundred a week. That wouldn"t be such a bad addition to the family, would it?"
Again the bantering tone stabbed Hanneh Breineh. Everything in her began to tremble and break loose.
"Why do you ask me?" she cried, throwing her napkin into her plate. "Do I count for a person in this house? If I"ll say something, will you even listen to me? What is to me the grandest man that my daughter could pick out? Another enemy in my house! Another person to shame himself from me!" She swept in her children in one glance of despairing anguish as she rose from the table. "What worth is an old mother to American children? The President is coming to-night to the theater, and none of you asked me to go." Unable to check the rising tears, she fled toward the kitchen and banged the door.
They all looked at one another guiltily.
"Say, sis," Benny called out sharply, "what sort of frame-up is this? Haven"t you told mother that she was to go with us to-night?"
"Yes--I--" f.a.n.n.y bit her lips as she fumbled evasively for words. "I asked her if she wouldn"t mind my taking her some other time."
"Now you have made a mess of it!" fumed Benny. "Mother"ll be too hurt to go now."
"Well, I don"t care," snapped f.a.n.n.y. "I can"t appear with mother in a box at the theater. Can I introduce her to Mrs. Van Suyden? And suppose your leading man should ask to meet me?"
"Take your time, sis. He hasn"t asked yet," scoffed Benny.
"The more reason I shouldn"t spoil my chances. You know mother. She"ll spill the beans that we come from Delancey Street the minute we introduce her anywhere. Must I always have the black shadow of my past trailing after me?"
"But have you no feelings for mother?" admonished Abe.
"I"ve tried harder than all of you to do my duty. I"ve _lived_ with her." She turned angrily upon them. "I"ve borne the shame of mother while you bought her off with a present and a treat here and there. G.o.d knows how hard I tried to civilize her so as not to have to blush with shame when I take her anywhere. I dressed her in the most stylish Paris models, but Delancey Street sticks out from every inch of her. Whenever she opens her mouth, I"m done for. You fellows had your chance to rise in the world because a man is free to go up as high as he can reach up to; but I, with all my style and pep, can"t get a man my equal because a girl is always judged by her mother."
They were silenced by her vehemence, and unconsciously turned to Benny.
"I guess we all tried to do our best for mother," said Benny, thoughtfully. "But wherever there is growth, there is pain and heartbreak. The trouble with us is that the ghetto of the Middle Ages and the children of the twentieth century have to live under one roof, and--"
A sound of crashing dishes came from the kitchen, and the voice of Hanneh Breineh resounded through the dining-room as she wreaked her pent-up fury on the helpless servant.
"Oh, my nerves! I can"t stand it any more! There will be no girl again for another week!" cried f.a.n.n.y.
"Oh, let up on the old lady," protested Abe. "Since she can"t take it out on us any more, what harm is it if she cusses the servants?"
"If you fellows had to chase around employment agencies, you wouldn"t see anything funny about it. Why can"t we move into a hotel that will do away with the need of servants altogether?"
"I got it better," said Jake, consulting a notebook from his pocket. "I have on my list an apartment on Riverside Drive where there"s only a small kitchenette; but we can do away with the cooking, for there is a dining service in the building."