“Well,” Morris cried, “ain’t it a proper place here to work in it?”

Slotkin shook his head.

“As varking delegate I seen it already.  I seen it your shop where your operators work,” he commenced, “and——­”

“Why, you ain’t never been inside our shop,” Goldman cried.

“I seen it from the outside—­from the street already—­and as varking delegate it is my duty to call on you a strike,” Slotkin concluded.

“What’s the matter with the workroom?” Abe asked.

“Well, the neighborhood ain’t right,” Slotkin explained.  “It’s a narrow street already.  It should be on a wider street like Nineteenth Street.”

He paused to note the effect and Morris grunted involuntarily.

“Also,” Slotkin continued, “it needs it light on four sides, and two elevators.”

“And I suppose if we hire it such a loft, Slotkin,” Abe broke in, “you will call off the strike.”

“Sure I will call it off the strike,” he declared.  “It would be my duty as varking delegate.  I moost call it off the strike.”

“All right, then,” Abe said; “call off the strike.  We made up our mind we will take the loft.”

“You mean you will take such a loft what the union agreement calls for and which I just described it to you,” Slotkin corrected in his quality of walking delegate.

“That’s what we mean,” Abe replied.

“Why, then, that loft what I called to your attention, as broker, this morning would be exactly what you would need it!” Slotkin exclaimed, in the hearty tones of a conscientious man, glad that for once the performance of his official duty redounded to clean-handed personal profit.

“Sure,” Abe grunted.

“Then, as broker, I tell it you that the leases is ready down at Henry D. Feldman’s office,” Slotkin replied, “and as soon as they are signed the strike is off.”

A week later the Fashion Store’s order was finished, packed and shipped; and on the same day that Goldman, the foreman, dismissed the hands he went down to Henry D. Feldman’s office.  There he signed an agreement with Potash & Perlmutter to make up all their garments in the contracting shop which he proposed to open the first of the following month.

“Where are you going to have it your shop, Goldman?” Morris asked, after they had returned from Feldman’s.

“That I couldn’t tell it you just yet,” Goldman replied.  “We ain’t quite decided yet.”

“We!” Abe cried excitedly.  “Who’s we?”

“Well, I expect to get it a partner with a couple of hundred dollars,” Goldman said; “but, anyhow, Mr. Potash, I get some cards printed next week and I send you one.”

“All right,” Abe replied.  “Only let me give it you a piece of advice, Goldman:  If you get it a partner, don’t make no mistake and have some feller what wants to run you and the business and everybody else, Goldman.”

The thrust went home and Morris stared fiercely at his partner.