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"There is some very good cloisonne, some kisku, and one or two pieces in awaji-yaki. Also there is some satsuma, if you would like it." "And the prices!" interrupted Ikey. "Such bargains! Come, you shall see. It is a crime to take them!" "What's it all about?" asked Dunk. "Have you fellows been looting a crockery store?" "No, it is Hashmi here," said the Jew.
They stumbled on, and then came to a halt behind the college salesman. He shot out a gleam of radiance from a pocket electric flashlight and opened a door. "Hurry up!" he whispered, and as the others slipped in he closed and locked the portal. "Are the shades down, Hashmi?" he asked. "Of a surely, yes." "Then show the fellows what your ancestors sent you."
But of a courseness you might put in it your nose beautifiers if you wish, and perfume them." "Nose beautifiers he means handkerchiefs," explained Ikey. "It's a bargain only three dollars." "I'll take it," spoke Thad. "I know a girl I can give it to. No objection to putting a powder puff in it; is there, Hashmi?" "Of a surely, no."
"Still, we've got the stuff," said Ted. They had, but had they known it all they would have learned that, even at the lowered price they were paying dearly enough for the ornaments, and at that Hashmi and Ikey divided a goodly sum between them. The college days passed on.
Dunk was one of his best customers. "Such a business!" went on Ikey, mocking himself. "It is ornaments, gentlemans! Beautiful ornaments from the Flowery Kingdom. Such vawses such vawses! Is it not, my friend Hashmi Yatta?" and he appealed to the Japanese. "Of a surely they are beautiful," murmured the little yellow lad.
Any man who has something fresh to tell, who can interest or amuse the company, and by his frequent visits give the house a name, is always welcome, and will find a glass awaiting him whenever he chooses to come. Old Hashmi knows his business, and if the evening that I was there may be taken as a sample, he deserves success. That night he was in the best of humours.
As they were leaving the room they were confronted by two other students. Andy recognized one as Isaac Stein, more popularly known as Ikey, a sophomore, and Hashmi Yatta, a Japanese student of more than usual brilliancy. "Oh boys, such a business!" exclaimed Ikey. He was a Jew, and not ashamed of it, often making himself the butt of the many expressions used against his race.
The coast was clear and Andy and his chums slipped out, carrying their purchases. "Are you coming?" Dunk asked of Ikey. "No, I'll stay and help Hashmi pack up the things. If you want any more let me know." "Huh! You mean you'll stay and count up how much you've stuck us!" said Dunk. "Oh, well, it looks like nice stuff. But I've got enough for the present. I've overdrawn my allowance as it is."
"Wait until you have seen, eh, Hashmi?" "Of a surely, yes. They are beautiful!" "And so cheap; are they not, Hashmi?" "Of a surely, yes." "Where are you taking us, anyhow?" demanded Thad. "I thought we were going to Burke's." "So we are, later," said Dunk. "I want to see some of this junk, though. Our room does need a bit of decoration, eh, Andy?" "Yes, it can stand a few more things."
"It was all Hashmi's fault," declared Ikey. "I believed him when he said his brother in Japan had sent him a box of fine vawses. Hashmi said he didn't need 'em all, and I said maybe we could sell 'em. So I did." "That was all right; but why did you stick up the price?" asked Andy. "A fellow has to make money," returned Ikey, innocently enough, and Dunk laughed. "All right," said Andy's roommate.
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