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"But you take a young feller like B. Gurin, Abe," Morris went on, "which all he needs is a wife to steady him and an up-to-date Medeena like Bridgetown to run a store in, understand me, and if we could put this thing through, Abe, not only we are doing a Mitzvah for all concerned, Abe, but we are making a customer for life."
He was awake to the marvelous development of the ready-to-wear business. He carried the best and took a positive delight in each season's new models. He recalled the old days of "hand-me-downs," and he had lived to see the two best tailors in Medeena take to bushelling "ready" garments, with less and less of that to be done principally changing a button or shortening a trouser's length.
"I got a sort of a store," Sam replied; "clothing and cloaks, and suits also. A dry-goods store in Cyprus." "In Cyprus?" Sam's seatmate cried. "You don't tell me? I'm going down to Cyprus too." "My fall buying is through," Sam said. "I'm not selling goods this trip," the stranger replied. "I'm on a vacation." "A vacation!" Sam murmured. "In Cyprus! That's a medeena for a vacation."
Sam Lambert had the best clothing store in Medeena County a corner store on the main street of Medeena opposite the Court House Square. Medeena had four clothing stores, not counting The Blue Front, down by the Depot, with its collection of cheap watches in the window, a yellow guitar, two large accordions and a fiddle with a broken E string. Everybody in the County knew Sam Lambert.
During the ensuing year he was so engrossed with the Bridgeville branch that Medeena rarely saw him, and Lemuel Stucker's rather discouraging reports on the state of business were attributed to Lem's conservatism and natural depression of mind. Lem was Sam's opposite in almost every particular. A small, sallow man with a black shoe-string necktie and a look of general regret.
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