The Man With Two Left Feet

it's all for the best. Maybe it's better you're here than in among all those young devils in your Oxford school what might be leading you astray.'
    'If you would think less of me and more of your work, Henry,' he says, 'perhaps that gentleman over there wouldn't have to shout sixteen times for the waiter.'
    Which, on looking into it, I found to be the case, and he went away without giving me no tip, which shows what you lose in a hard world by being sympathetic.
    I'm bound to say that young Andy showed us all jolly quick that he hadn't come home just to be an ornament about the place. There was exactly one boss in the restaurant, and it was him. It come a little hard at first to have to be respectful to a kid whose head you had spent many a happy hour clumping for his own good in the past; but he pretty soon showed me I could do it if I tried, and I done it. As for Jules and the two young fellers that had been taken on to help me owing to increase of business, they would jump through hoops and roll over if he just looked at them. He was a boy who liked his own way, was Andy, and, believe me, at MacFarland's Restaurant he got it.
    And then, when things had settled down into a steady jog, Katie took the bit in her teeth.
    She done it quite quiet and unexpected one afternoon when there was only me and her and Andy in the place. And I don't think either of them knew I was there, for I was taking an easy on a chair at the back, reading an evening paper.
    She said, kind of quiet, 'Oh, Andy.'
    'Yes, darling,' he said.
    And that was the first I knew that there was anything between them.
    'Andy, I've something to tell you.'
    'What is it?'
    She kind of hesitated.
    'Andy, dear, I shan't be able to help any more in the restaurant.'
    He looked at her, sort of surprised.
    'What do you mean?'
    'I'm—I'm going on the stage.'
    I put down my paper. What do you mean? Did I listen? Of course I listened. What do you take me for?
    From where I sat I could see young Andy's face, and I didn't need any more to tell me there was going to be trouble. That jaw of his was right out. I forgot to tell you that the old man had died, poor old feller, maybe six months before, so that now Andy was the real boss instead of just acting boss; and what's more, in the nature of things, he was, in a manner of speaking, Katie's guardian, with power to tell her what she could do and what she couldn't. And I felt that Katie wasn't going to have any smooth passage with this stage business which she was giving him. Andy didn't hold with the stage—not with any girl he was fond of being on it anyway. And when Andy didn't like a thing he said so.
    He said so now.
    'You aren't going to do anything of the sort.'
    'Don't be horrid about it, Andy dear. I've got a big chance. Why should you be horrid about it?'
    'I'm not going to argue about it. You don't go.'
    'But it's such a big chance. And I've been working for it for years.'
    'How do you mean working for it?'
    And then it came out about this dancing–school she'd been attending regular.
    When she'd finished telling him about it, he just shoved out his jaw another inch.
    'You aren't going on the stage.'
    'But it's such a chance. I saw Mr Mandelbaum yesterday, and he saw me dance, and he was very pleased, and said he would give me a solo dance to do in this new piece he's putting on.'
    'You aren't going on the stage.'
    What I always say is, you can't beat tact. If you're smooth and tactful you can get folks to do anything you want; but if you just shove your jaw out at them, and order them about, why, then they get their backs up and sauce you. I knew Katie well enough to know that she would do anything for Andy, if he asked her properly; but she wasn't going to stand this sort of thing. But you couldn't drive that into the head of a feller like young Andy with a steam–hammer.
    She flared up, quick, as if she couldn't hold herself in no longer.
    'I certainly am,' she said.
    'You know what it means?'
    'What does it mean?'
    'The end of—everything.'
    She kind of blinked as if he'd hit her, then she chucks her chin up.
    'Very well,' she says. 'Good–bye.'
    'Good–bye,' says Andy, the pig–headed young mule; and she walks out one way and he walks out another.
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    I don't follow the drama much as a general rule, but seeing that it was now, so to speak, in the family, I did keep an eye open for the newspaper notices of 'The Rose Girl', which was the name of the piece which Mr Mandelbaum was letting Katie