“Hollo, Mrs. Schearl! Hollo! Hollo! Comm een!” She scratched her lustreless, black hair excitedly.
“I hope you don’t find my coming here untimely,” his mother smiled apologetically.
“No, as I live!” Mrs. Mink lapsed into Yiddish. “You’re wholly welcome! A guest — the rarest I have!” She dragged a chair forward. “Do sit down.”
Mrs. Mink was a flat-breasted woman with a sallow skin and small features. She had narrow shoulders and meager arms, and David always wondered when he saw her how the thin skin on her throat managed to hold back the heavy, bulging veins.
“I thought I would never have the pleasure of seeing you in my house,” she continued. “It was only the other day that I was telling our landlady — Look, Mrs. Schearl and I are neighbors, but we know nothing of each other. I dare not ask her up into my house. I’m afraid to. She looks so proud.”
“I, proud?”
“Yes, not proud, noble! You always walk with your head in the air — so! And even when you go to market, you dress like a lady. I’ve watched you often from the window, and I’ve said to my man— Come here! Look, that’s her! Do you see how tall she is! He is not home now, my picture of a spouse, he works late in the jewelry store. I know he will regret missing you.”
David found himself quickly tiring of Mrs. Mink’s rapid stream of words, and looking about saw that Annie was observing him. Yussie was nowhere to be seen. He tugged his mother’s hand, and when she bent over, asked for him.
“Yussie?” Mrs. Mink interrupted herself long enough to say. “He’s asleep.”
“Don’t wake him,” said his mother.
“That’s all right. I’ve got to send him to the delicatessen for some bread soon. Yussele!” she called.
His only answer was a resentful yawn.
“He’s coming soon,” she said reassuringly.
In a few minutes, Yussie came out. One of his stockings had fallen, and he trod on it, shuffling sleepily. He blinked, eyed David’s mother suspiciously a moment, and then sidled over to David, “W’y’s yuh mudder hea?”
“She jost came.”
“W’y’d she comm?”
“I donno.”
At this point Annie hobbled over. “Pull yuh stockin’ op, yuh slob!”
Obediently Yussie hoisted up his stocking. David could not help noticing how stiff and bare the white stocking hung behind the brace on Annie’s own leg.
“So yuh gonna stay by us?” asked Yussie eagerly.
“Yea.”
“H’ray! C’mon inna fron’room.” He grabbed David’s arm. “I godda—”
But David had stopped. “I’m goin’ inna fron’ room, mama.”
Turning from the chattering Mrs. Mink, David’s mother smiled at him in slight distress and nodded.
“Waid’ll I show yuh wod we god,” Yussie dragged him into the frontroom.
While Yussie babbled on excitedly, David stared about him. He had never been in Yussie’s front room before; Annie had barred the way as if it were inviolable ground. Now he saw a room which was illuminated by a gas lamp overhead and crowded with dark and portly furniture. In the middle of the floor stood a round glass-topped table and about it chairs of the same dark stain. A china closet hugged one wall, a bureau another, a dressing table a third, cabinets clogged the corners. All were bulky, all rested on the same kind of scrolled and finical paw. On the wall space above the furniture hung two pairs of yellowed portraits, two busts of wrinkled women with unnatural masses of black hair, and two busts of old men who wore ringlets under their skull caps and beards on their chins. With an expression of bleak hostility in their flat faces, they looked down at David. Barring the way to the window squatted a swollen purple plush chair, embroidered with agitated parrots of various hues. A large vapid doll with gold curls and a violet dress sat on the glass top of a cabinet. After his own roomy frontroom with its few sticks of furniture, David not only felt bewildered, he felt oddly warm.
“It’s inna closet in my modder’s bedroom.” Yussie continued. “Jost wait, I’ll show yuh.”
He disappeared into the darkness of the adjoining bedroom. David heard him open a door, rummage about for a minute. When he returned, he bore in his hand a curious steel cage.
“Yuh know wat dis’s fuh?” he held it up to David’s eyes.
David examined it more closely, “No. Wot d’yuh do wit’ it?”
“It c’n catch rats, dot’s wot yuh do wit’ it. See dis little door? De rat gizz in like dot.” He opened a thin metal door at the front of the cage. “Foist yuh put sompin ove’ hea, and on ’iz liddle hook. An’ nen nuh rat gizzin. Dey uz zuh big rat inna house, yuh could hear him at night, so my fodder bought dis, an’ my mudder put in schmaltz f’om de meat, and nuh rat comes in, an’ inna mawningk, I look unner by de woshtob, an’ooh — he wuz dere, runnin’ dis way like dot.” Yussie waved the cage about excitedly, “An I calls my fodder an’ he gets op f’om de bed an’ he fills op de woshtob and eeh! duh rat giz all aroun’ in it, in nuh watuh giz all aroun’. An’ nen he stops. An nen my fodder takes it out and he put it in nuh bag and trew it out f’om de winner. Boof! he fell inna guttah. Ooh wotta rat he wuz. My mudder wuz runnin’ aroun’, an aroun’ an after, my fodder kept on spittin’ in nuh sink. Kcha!”
David backed away in disgust.
“See, I tol’ yuh I had sumtin tuh show yuh. See, like dot it closes.” He snapped the little, metal door. “We didn’t hea’ it, cause ev’ybody wuz sleepin’. Rats on’y come out innuh da’k, w’en yuh can’t see ’em, and yuh know w’ea dey comin’ f’om, dey comin’ f’om de cellah. Dot’s w’ea dey live innuh cellah — all rats.”
The cellar! That explained it. That moment of fear when he turned the bottom landing before he went out into the street. He would be doubly terrified now.
“Wotta yuh doin?” They started at the intruding voice. It was Annie coming in. Her face was writhed back in disgust.
“Eee! Yuh stoopid lummox! Put it away. I’ll call mama!”
“Aaa, lemme alone.”
“Yuh gonna put it away?” she squealed.
“Aa, shit on you,” muttered Yussie sullenly. “Can’t do nuttin’.” Nevertheless, he carried the cage back to the bedroom.
“W’y d’yuh let ’im show it tuh yuh fuh?” she demanded angrily of David. “Such a dope!”
“I didn’ know wot it wuz,” he stammered.
“Yuh didn’ know wot it wuz? Yurra lummox too!”
“Now g’wan.” Yussie returned from the bedroom. “Leave us alone.”
“I will not,” she snapped. “Dis is my frontroom.”
“He don’ wanna play witchoo. He’s my frien!”
“So who wants him!”
“So don’ butt in.”
“Pooh!” She plumped herself in a chair. The steel brace clicked disagreeably against the wood.
David wished she could wear long pants like a man.
“Comm on ove’ by de winder,” Yussie guided him through a defile in the furniture. “We mus’ be a fireman. We c’n put out de fire inna house.” He indicated the bureau. “Yuh wanna?”
“Awrigh’.”
“An’ we c’n slide down duh pipe an’ we c’n have a fiuh-ingine, an’ nen I’ll be duh drivuh. Yuh wanna?”
“Yea.”
“Den let’s make fiuh hats. Waid, I’ll get some paper inna kitchen.” He ran off.
Annie slid off the chair and came over. “Wot class yuh in?”
“1A.”
“I’m in 4A,” she said loftily. “I skipped a’reddy. An’ now I’m duh sma’test one in my class.”
David was impressed.
“My teacher’s name is Miss McCardy. She’s duh bes’ teacher inna whole school. She gave me A. A. A.”
By this time Yussie had returned bearing several sheets of newspaper.
“Wotta ya gonna do?” she demanded.