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Because of that Miss Kreitmann. She breaks us all up, Abe. I bet yer if that feller Gubin has took her to the theayter once, Abe, he took her fifty times already. He spends every cent he makes on her, and the first thing you know, Abe, we'll be missing a couple of pieces of silk from the cutting-room. Ain't it?"

"Another thing, Abe," Morris went on, "Klinger & Klein sends their work out by contractors. We got it operators and machines, Abe, and you can't have a show-room, cutting-room and machines all in one loft. Ain't it?" "Well, then we get it two lofts, Mawruss, and then we could put our workrooms upstairs and our show-room and offices downstairs." "And double our expenses, too, Abe," Morris added.

He's got us, Barney. Louis Grossman's got us and no mistake. Well, I got to go up to the cutting-room and see what he's doing now, Barney. He can spoil more piece-goods in an hour than I can buy in a week." He rose wearily to his feet and was half-way to the stairs in the rear of the store when Abe Potash entered. "Hallo, Leon!" Abe called. "Don't be in a rush. I want to talk to you."

We must see Mrs. Buck." She spoke in the crisp, decisive platform-tones of one who is often addressed as "Madam Chairman." Buck took a firmer grip on his self-control. "I'm sorry; Mrs. Buck is in the cutting-room." "We'll wait," said the lady, brightly. She stepped back a pace.

Morris exclaimed as he moved off to the rear of the store. "Jokes he is making it, and two thousand dollars thrown into the street." For the rest of the morning Morris sulked in the cutting-room upstairs, while Abe busied himself in assorting his samples for a forthcoming New England trip.

Further discussion was prevented by the entrance of the retail customer herself. Morris jumped quickly to his feet and conducted her to the rear of the store, while Abe silently sought refuge in the cutting-room upstairs. "What size do you think you wear, Lina?" Morris asked. "Big," Lina replied. "Fat." "Yes, I know," Morris said, "but what size?" "Very fat," Lina replied.

The man who worked next to him in the cutting-room at Lloyd's, and had searched at his side indefatigably from the first, stole a tender hand under his shoulder. "Come along with me, old man," he said, and Andrew obeyed. When Fanny and Eva came in with the child, he lay prostrate on the bed, and scarcely seemed to breathe. A great qualm of fear shot over Fanny for a second.

Also, Rashkin, if I was a real estater I would be glad to fool away my time with you, Rashkin, but being as I am in the cloak business I you ain't going, Rashkin, are you?" Rashkin answered by banging the door behind him and Abe repaired to the cutting-room, where Morris Perlmutter was superintending the reception and disposal of piece goods.

He assisted his companion to alight and ushered her into the show-room. "Just a minute, lady," he said, "and I'll bring Mr. Potash here." "But," the lady protested, "I thought Mr. Lapidus was the gentleman who had charge of it." "That's all right," Morris said, "you just wait and I'll bring Mr. Potash here." He took the stairs to the cutting-room three at a jump.

"Not that Louis Grossman ain't a good cutting-room foreman, too, Abe," said Leon, "but we're just getting in some new piece-goods and Barney wants to check 'em off. But I ain't asked you yet what we can do for you? A recommendation, maybe? Our credit files is open to you, Abe." Abe pushed his hat back from his forehead and mopped his brow. Then he sat down and lit a cigar.