shoes.
âHave you ever been to an opera, Willy? A first-class one, I mean.â
âEyetalian opry,â replied Willy with dignity. âThat fella Caruso I heard. Paid my money and got me a seat right up under the ceiling. From where I was settinâ Caruso looked aboutâs big as a minna, awful little fella he was, but he sure had a big voice! Whole place vibrated with it, even up where I was. And could he hold a note! Had me breathing for him double strength, he did. I thought sure heâd burst his bronickal tubes. Hand me the pliers, please.â
âGee, you were lucky,â said Rush enviously. âCaruso, gee, that must have been neat.â
âWell, I never forgot it,â agreed Willy, sitting up red-faced and with grease on his chin. âBut the resta the show was pretty trashy stuff. Iâd heard mosta the tunes on the hurdy-gurdy, and the heroine, the girl he was meant to be in love withâwhy, for a long time I thought she was supposed to be his mother; woulda made two of him and awful homely.â
Carrying the tool kit, Rush followed Willy downstairs to the next job: putty for the cracks around the pantry baseboard.
âThe opera Iâm going to is German,â he told Willy. â Siegfried, the name of it is.â
âI ainât no authority on German opry,â Willy said. âThe language donât appeal to me. Whatâs this Seegfreed about?â
âWell, itâs about a guy in a forest who lives in a cave with another guy whoâs a gnome.â
âA what?â said Willy.
âA gnome. Kind of a dwarf like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Kind of a little magic guy. You know.â
âOkay. Skip it,â said Willy. âSo what happens? Or wait a minute, Rush. You might just take a look around and see if thereâs any cookies first.â
âThatâs what I like about pantry jobs,â Rush said, obeying with alacrity, and being rewarded by finding the cookie jar half-full of brownies.
âWell,â continued Rush between bites. âSo this Siegfried makes a sword out of his fatherâs old busted one and then he goes and kills this dragon, Fafner, and takes a magic helmet and the ring everyoneâs fighting for.â
âWhoâs fighting for it?â
âEverybody. Gods and goddesses and this dwarf of Siegfriedâs and another one named Alberich, and giants and everybody.â
âOh,â said Willy, still bewildered.
âThen he tastes some of the dragonâs blood he has on his finger, and all of a sudden he can understand everything the animals and birds in the forest are saying.â
âSounds kind of loony to me,â remarked Willy. âBut go on.â
âSo this one bird tells him a lot of things, and it says that thereâs a goddess named Brünnhilde sleeping on top of a mountain. Thereâs a big ring of fire all around her, and only a hero can get through it and wake her up. So Siegfried knows heâs pretty good and he climbs the mountain and gets through the fire and wakes up Brünnhilde. And then they sing back and forth about love for a little while and then itâs the end.â
Willy shook his head and opened the tool kit.
âWhat you see in stuff like that is more than I can understand.â
âWell, the musicâs swell.â
âGive me a good picture show every time,â Willy said. âAnd thereâs always plenty music on the radio. Get to work, Rush. Over there in the corner.â
When Cuffy came down to the kitchen to get lunch she was outraged to find Willy and Rush conversing pleasantly over cold boiled potatoes. Willy also had a banana in one hand, and the icebox door was wide open.
âShame on you!â cried Cuffy indignantly. âBoth of you! Spoiling your lunches, and stealing the cold boiled potatoes I was saving to make hash with! Out of my kitchen!â And she brandished a ladle like