"How did you know I am thinking all the way up on the subway if Minnie would only got _Brustdeckel_ for supper for a change what a treat it would be?" he said. Minnie's glum face broke into a smile and Morris fairly beamed. "What do you bother your head so about a girl leaves you, Minnie _leben_," he cried. "You could get plenty of girls. On Lenox Avenue a feller could break his neck already falling over girls which is hanging around looking for jobs." "Oh, I know you can get lots of girls," Minnie agreed, "but you've got to train them, Morris; but then, too, I wouldn't care so much, but those awful Italians upstairs went and stole Tillie away from me." "What!" Morris shouted. "Them Italieners done it? Well, what do you think of that for a dirty trick?" "And they only pay her three dollars a month more," Minnie continued. "Three dollars a month more, hey?" Morris replied. "Well, that's the way it is, Minnie. Honestly, Minnie, anybody which they would steal away from you somebody which is working for you, it ain't safe to live in the same house with them at all. A feller which steals away feller's help would pick a pocket. Such cut-throats you couldn't trust at all." He helped himself to some more brisket. "Never mind, Minnie," he said, "if it would be necessary we will pay a girl a couple dollars more a week so long as we get a good one." "Will we?" Minnie said. "Since when are you running this house, Morris?" "I was only talking in a manner of speaking," he hastened to say. "Where do you buy such good _Brustdeckel_, Minnie? Honestly, it takes in a way a genius to pick out such meat." "Does it?" Minnie rejoined. "I ordered it over the 'phone, and furthermore, Morris, if you make so much noise eating it you will wake the boy." "I'm all through, Minnie," Morris said. "Wait--I'll show you how I could help you wash the dishes." As he started for the kitchen with one butterplate in his hand the doorbell rang, whereupon he returned the butterplate to the dining-room table and hastened down the hall. "Hallo, Mawruss," cried Harry Baskof as Morris opened the door. "I rung up the old man and he says he got the feller a job with Sammet Brothers." "Come inside," Morris answered, and led the way to the parlour. He motioned his visitor to a seat and produced a box of cigars. "Do you mean to say the feller got a job as quick as all that?" he continued. "He sure did, Mawruss," Harry replied. "He's an elegant designer, Mawruss, and if B. Senft knew his business he never would got rid of him at all." "Why, what did he done to B. Senft?" Morris asked. "Nothing at all, Mawruss. Senft is crazy. He gets a prejudice against the feller all of a sudden on account he's an Italiener." "Italiener!" Morris cried.