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A cold perspiration broke out on Morris and he fairly staggered into the show-room. "Lady," he croaked, "do me a favor and tell me what is your name, please." The lady laughed. "Well, Mr. Perlmutter," she said, "I'm sure this is most extraordinary. Of course, there is such a thing as combining business and pleasure; but, as I told Mr.
"Is he?" Morris Perlmutter replied. "Well, he don't look it when I seen him in the Harlem Winter Garden last night, Abe. Him and Mrs. Kotzen was eating a family porterhouse between 'em with tchampanyer wine yet." "Well, Mawruss," Abe said, "he needs it tchampanyer wine, Mawruss.
When they entered he advanced to meet them with a confident smile. "I got it the very thing what you want, Mr. Perlmutter," he said. "A fine loft on Nineteenth Street." "A loft!" Abe exclaimed. "A fine loft," Slotkin corrected. "How big a loft?" Morris asked. "Well, it is maybe twicet as big as this here," Slotkin replied.
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.
I'm improving my departments all the time, and I got to buy more fixtures, lay in a better stock and even build a new wing to my store building. All this costs money, Mr. Perlmutter, as you know, and contractors must be paid strictly for cash. Under the circumstances, I need ready money, and, naturally, the house what gives me the most generous credit gets my biggest order."
B. Gurin passed his hand through his wavy brown hair, cut semi-pompadour in the latest fashion. There was no denying B. Gurin's claims to beauty. "What is the use talking, Mr. Perlmutter?" he said, carefully examining his finger-nails. "I am sick and tired of looking at 'em. Believe me I ain't lying to you, if I looked at one I must of looked at hundreds.
Two days after Abe's return to New York he sat in Potash & Perlmutter's show-room, going over next year's models as published in the Daily Cloak and Suit Record. His partner, Morris Perlmutter, puffed disconsolately at a cigar which a competitor had given him in exchange for credit information.
Louis' first season with his new employers was fraught with good results for Potash & Perlmutter, who reaped large profits from Louis' salesmanship; but for Louis it had been somewhat disappointing. "I never see nothing like it," he complained to Abe.
"Because, Gurin," Morris concluded, "if you are looking for a homely girl which she ain't got no money and couldn't cook, understand me, I wouldn't fool away my time with you at all. Such girls you don't need me to find for you." B. Gurin sighed profoundly. "You shouldn't get mad, Mr. Perlmutter," he said, "if I tell you something?" "Why should I get mad, Gurin?" Morris asked.
"Well, that's the way it goes, Mawruss," he said bitterly, as Enrico walked toward them from the cutting room. "Mr. Potash," he said, "ascuse me, you geev-a me now leetla time for going downtown just for same like I tell-a you dis morning?" "Go ahead, Henry," Morris replied. "You notta mad at me, Mr. Perlmutter?" Enrico asked anxiously. "Why should I got to be mad at you, Henry?" Morris rejoined.
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