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"I mean that on Saturday you wouldn't sell Kleebaum not a dollar's worth of goods, Mawruss, and even myself I was only willing we should go a thousand dollars on the feller, and now to-day when I tell it you he gives us an order for twenty-one hundred dollars, Mawruss, you say, 'good'." "Sure, I say, 'good'," Morris replied. "Why not?
Alex don't trouble himself at all. He told me so himself. But that's the way it goes, Mawruss. Mosha Kronberg, Hillel Kronberg, and Elkan Kronberg was three brothers which you don't see nowadays at all more like friends than brothers, Mawruss. Hillel died ten years ago and I thought it would broke Mosha's heart.
"But I wouldn't pay one cent to that sucker, Slotkin, Mawruss," Abe added. "Sure not," Morris agreed. "Might you wouldn't have to pay him nothing, maybe," Goldman suggested. "What d'ye mean?" Abe cried. "Might if you would take it the loft he would call off the strike," said Goldman.
"That's all right," Morris replied, and when M. Garfunkel left the store Abe and Morris immediately set about the assorting of the ordered stock. "Look a-here, Mawruss," Abe said, "I thought you was going to see about that girl for my Rosie." "Why, so I was, Abe," Morris replied; "I'll attend to it right away."
"Sure it is," Mr. Feder replied, "and it just fits me, Mawruss. In fact, it fits me so good that when I went to the barber-shop in a two-piece suit this morning, Mawruss, I come away with a three-piece suit and a souvenir besides." "A souvenir!" Abe cried. "What for a souvenir?" Mr. Feder put his hand in his trousers pocket and tumbled the missing ring and pin on to a baize-covered sample table.
So that's what I done, Mawruss; and he did, Mawruss, and I was right. Ain't it?" "Say, lookyhere, Abe," Morris began slowly; "let me get this thing correct. You are paying Shellak a hundred and twenty-five dollars for a fiddle which you are giving Geigermann." "You got it right, Mawruss," Abe said. "It was a genu-ine Amati."
"Well, it's got to be convenient; so, Abe, you get a move on you and go down to them safety-deposit vaults and fetch them." "Let Mawruss fetch 'em," Abe replied wearily. "The safety deposit is his idee, Hymie, not mine." Hymie turned to Morris. "Go ahead, Mawruss," he said, "you fetch 'em." "I was only stringing you, Hymie," Morris croaked. "We ain't got 'em in no safety-deposit vault at all."
"Let's explain to Mawruss about the new combination. Me and Max and Sam Green here have agreed to go as partners together in Cyprus under the name 'The Cyprus Dry-goods Company. In a small town like Cyprus competition is nix." "Good!" Morris exclaimed. "I'm glad to hear it. Is the Sarahcuse store included too?"
"Mawruss," Abe said at last, "where is that loft what Slotkin gives us?" "What do you want to know for?" "I'm going right up to have a look at it," Abe replied. "I'm sick and tired of this here strike business." Morris heaved a great sigh. "I believe you, Abe," he said. "The way I feel it now we will sell for junk every machine what we got."
And so it stands, Mawruss, we got to pay Miss Cohen wages for doing nothing, Mawruss, and also we got to pay it wages to somebody else for doing something what Miss Cohen should be doing when she ain't, ain't it?" "Sure, we got to get a substitute for her while she's away," Morris agreed; "but I guess it won't break us."
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