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Now that his quarry had fallen so opportunely within his grasp, Morris's face wreathed itself in smiles of such amiability that Uncle Mosha grew at once suspicious. "You got the advantage from me," he said. "Why, don't you know me?" Morris cooed. "I think," Uncle Mosha replied guardedly, "I seen you oncet before somewheres.
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.
No one asks them suckers they should have children. Ain't I right?" "Sure you are right," Uncle Mosha agreed. "Hospitals also, Aaron. If I got one hospital bothering me, I must got a dozen. Why should I bother myself with hospitals, Aaron?
"Well, Aaron," Uncle Mosha rejoined, "as old man Baum used to say, we all got to die sooner or later, Aaron; and all we could take with us is our good name." "You wouldn't got to pay no excess baggage rates on that," Aaron said as the carriage came to a stop in front of Feldman's office building.
What for a property would your friend like to buy it?" "A fine property," Morris replied; "a property like you got it here." "But this here property ain't for sale," Uncle Mosha said. "I got the house here now since 1890 already, and I guess I would keep it."
"The feller is A number one, Mawruss," Abe said. "I stopped off to see Sam Feder at the Kosciusko Bank, and Sam sent me to the Associated Information Bureau. He is rated twenty to thirty thousand; credit good." "Yes?" Morris replied. "Tell me, Abe, did Mosha Kronberg say just when he would be here?" "What are you wasting your time about Mosha Kronberg for?" Abe retorted.
"Well, I'll tell you. It's like this." "Stigun!" Aaron hissed. "Don't open your mouth, Uncle Mosha." "What d'ye mean, don't open my mouth?" Uncle Mosha retorted. "D'ye think I'm a crook? If I got a house which it don't belong to me at all, then I don't want it." He turned his back on Aaron and straightway he narrated the full circumstances surrounding his purchase of the Madison Street house.
"And so I am going to take you over to see a friend of mine by the name Leon Sammet," Aaron continued, "and if you want to leave the thing to me, Uncle Mosha, I am certain sure I could get you a good price for the house." "Certain sure nobody could be of getting a good price for a house in these times, Aaron," Uncle Mosha said. "Real estate on the East Side is 'way down, Aaron.
"My living expenses is very little, I admit, Aaron," Uncle Mosha replied, after he had disposed of the second cup of coffee with noises approximating a bathtubful of soapy water disappearing down the wastepipe. "I don't make no fuss about my living, Aaron, but you got to remember, Aaron, that a man couldn't live on living expenses alone.
When Uncle Mosha's eyes opened in consciousness of his surroundings they rested on Max Gershon, who bent over the old man as anxiously as did either of his nephews. "Max Gershon, ain't it?" Uncle Mosha asked feebly. Gershon nodded. "You shouldn't try to talk," he said. "I'm all right," Uncle Mosha replied. "I need only a cup coffee.
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