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It is a very pretty cup and saucer, but I will show it to you at Kronberg, for it is so nicely wrapped up. Now I am going downstairs to order the Einspänner, and we can walk about for an hour or two." The children came with me. I had some trouble in disinterring the landlord, but at last I found him, of course with a pipe in his mouth, hanging about the premises.
"And now, gentlemen, let us fix up this copartnership agreement," Max Gershon said as Aaron Kronberg slunk out of the office, followed by Leon Sammet. "Mr. Potash and Mr. Perlmutter have wasted pretty near the whole afternoon here." "That's all right," Abe said. "I don't consider we wasted any time.
Morris gazed at his partner with raised eyebrows and then he too slapped his thigh. "Alex Kronberg!" he exclaimed. "That's the feller," Abe said. "There's a man, Max, which he is honest like the day and smart as a cutting machine. I know him since he was a baby, y'understand, and he's worked his way up till now he's got a fine business in Bridgetown.
Mosha Kronberg lived on the ground floor of his own tenement house on Madison Street, and to say that Aaron Kronberg worshipped the ground his uncle walked on would be to utter the literal truth. "Well, uncle, how do you feel to-day?" Aaron inquired the morning after Abe and Morris had so thoroughly discussed the Kronberg family relations.
"Say, lookyhere, boys," Alex Kronberg said at length, "I've been listening to all this here Megillah and I ain't said a word nor nothing. But I'll tell you what I'll do. It's a cinch that Uncle Mosha won't go to live with Aaron now, so I'll take him to live with me." "I am agreeable," said Uncle Mosha. "Furthermore," Alex continued, "Uncle Mosha and Max will keep the house. I will also pay Mr.
"You shouldn't worry," Morris replied as he put on his hat preparatory to going out to lunch. "I know how to take care of a customer all right." Nevertheless Morris cogitated his partner's advice throughout the entire lunch hour, and over his dessert he commenced to formulate a tentative plan for restoring Alex Kronberg to his inheritance.
"Now, Mr. Kronberg," Feldman continued, "I'd like to elucidate this situation for you as succinctly as possible." "Do that afterward, if you got to do it," Uncle Mosha broke in; "but just now tell me what the trouble is." "What's the use talking to a mutt that don't understand the English language at all?" Feldman cried. "Listen here to me. You bought your house from a fellow called Nathan Baum."
Now with the deserted wing below and the wind-feet of the Bacchante on the roof above, they were inexpressibly lonely and dreary. Kronberg bit his lip and shuddered. His fear of the grim young guard behind him had been subtly aggravated by the desolation of his destined jail. Halting in the doorway of an inner room, Carl held the light high and nodded with approval.
"This time two years ago, mamma," said Margaret, my eldest daughter, "you were in Germany with Nora and Reggie. What a long summer that seemed! It is so much nicer to be all together." "I should like to go to Kronberg and all those queer places," said Lily, the second girl; "especially to the place where Nora saw the ghost." "I am quite sure you would not wish to stay there," I replied.
Aaron seized the annual report and list of donating members of the hospital and opened it at the letter K. "Do you know what I think, uncle?" Aaron cried. "I think that Alex Kronberg puts 'em up to asking you for money." "Alex puts 'em up to it?" Mosha repeated. "What for should Alex do such a thing?" "Here; let me show you," Aaron cried. "Alex himself gives them fakers five dollars.
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