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"Say, lookyhere, Abe," he yelled, "ask me no questions. I am sick and tired of it. You would think if a feller forgets to buy a packet soap powder, y'understand, his wife wouldn't go crazy and ring up the police station yet, on account I am going with Baskof and this here cutter to see a lawyer by the name Sholy, which he lives in my flathouse yet.
"Wait I'll show you how I could help you wash the dishes." As he started for the kitchen with one butterplate in his hand the doorbell rang, whereupon he returned the butterplate to the dining-room table and hastened down the hall. "Hallo, Mawruss," cried Harry Baskof as Morris opened the door. "I rung up the old man and he says he got the feller a job with Sammet Brothers."
"Mister Senft ees always say: 'Mister Potash and Perlmutter ees nice-a people. Sure." "Better than Sammet Brothers?" Harry asked. Simonetti raised his eyebrows and made a flapping gesture with his right hand. "A-oh!" he said. "Sammet Brothers, that's all right too. Not too much-a all right, Mr. Baskof, but is preety good people. I am just-a now go to see ees-a lawyer for sign-a da contract."
Minnie and me we couldn't sleep a wink, and Baskof neither. Steals our servant girl yet. I'll show that Rosher." Abe glared indignantly at his partner. "Do you mean to told me, Mawruss," he said, "that you are fooling away your time going on the court because somebody upstairs sings a little something last night?" "Sings a little something!" Morris cried.
For the remainder of the day Morris and Abe maintained only such speaking relations as were necessary to the conduct of their business, and when Morris went home that evening he wore so gloomy an air that Harry Baskof, who rode up on the elevator with him, was moved to comment. "What's the matter, Mawruss?" he said. "You look like your best customer would be asking an extension on you."
"It's now anyhow quarter past two, and that dago has got his wife and servant girl and two clerks waiting in court since twelve o'clock. Eichendorfer and Baskof have been here since one o'clock." "Say, listen here, Sholy," Morris said, as they panted up the last flight, "I came just as soon as I could, and I couldn't come no sooner."
"I was to the court, that's where I was." "To the court!" Abe exclaimed. "That's what I said," Morris continued. "We fixed that sucker, me and Sholy and Doctor Eichendorfer and Baskof. We got him for a summons for this afternoon two o'clock he should go to the Jefferson Market Police Court. Till four o'clock this morning them people upstairs sits up hollering and skiddering.
"Ain't you signed the contract yet?" Morris cried. "Not-a yet," Simonetti answered. "Just-a now I am going." "Baskof," Morris urged, "supposing you and me goes together with Mr. Simonetti to the Harlem Winter Garden and talks the thing over." Simonetti looked amazedly at Baskof. "Sure," Baskof said. "It ain't too late if he ain't signed the contract." "What do you mean?" Simonetti asked.
"She says a smart girl can get a husband any day, she says; but a good job is hard to find, and when you got one, you should stick to it!" "What are you talking nonsense, Abe," Morris Perlmutter declared hotly, one morning in December; "an elegant class of people lives in the houses. On the same floor with me lives Harry Baskof, which he is just married a daughter of Maisener & Finkman.
"But, anyhow, maybe it ain't too late yet. After supper I would ring up Mr. Finkman and I'll let you know." "Much obliged," Morris said, as he turned the key and entered his own apartment. He was so far restored to good humour by his conversation with Harry Baskof that when he bestowed his evening kiss on Minnie he failed to notice that her eyes were somewhat swollen.
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