“Oh, an oitermobile!” Abe cried.  “Excuse me, Mr. Kleebaum.  Oitermobiles ain’t in my line, Mr. Kleebaum.  I’m satisfied I should know something about the cloak and suit business, Mr. Kleebaum.  Now, here is a garment which me and Mawruss don’t consider one of our leaders at all, Mr. Kleebaum.  But I bet yer that if another concern as us would put out a garment like that, Mr. Kleebaum, they would make such a holler about it that you would think nobody else knows how to make garments but them.”

“When a feller’s got the goods, Potash,” Kleebaum replied, as he lit one of Abe’s “gilt-edged” cigars, “he’s got a right to holler.  Now you take this here Pfingst car.  It is made by the Pfingst Manufacturing Company, a millionaire concern, and them people advertise it to beat the band.  And why shouldn’t they advertise it?  Them people got a car there which it is a wonder, Potash.  How they could sell a car like that for twenty-five hundred dollars I don’t know.  The body alone must cost them people a couple of thousand dollars.”

“That’s always the way, Mr. Kleebaum,” Abe broke in hurriedly.  “Now, you take this here garment, Mr. Kleebaum, people would say, ’How is it possible that Potash & Perlmutter could turn out a garment like this for eighteen dollars?’ And certainly, Mr. Kleebaum, I don’t say we lose money on it, y’understand, only we got——­”

“But this here car, Potash, has selective transmission, shaft drive and——­”

“Say, lookyhere, Kleebaum,” Abe cried, “am I trying to sell you some cloaks or are you trying to sell me an oitermobile?  Because if you are, I’m sorry I got to tell you I ain’t in the market for an oitermobile just at present.  On the other hand, Mr. Kleebaum, I got a line of garments here which it is a pleasure for me to show you, even if you wouldn’t buy so much as a button.”

“Go ahead, Potash,” Kleebaum said, “and we’ll talk about the car after you get through.”

For over two hours Abe displayed the firm’s sample line and his efforts were at last rewarded by a generous order from Kleebaum.

“That makes in all twenty-one hundred dollars’ worth of goods,” Kleebaum announced, “and if you think you could stand the pressure, Potash, I could smoke another cigar on you already.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Kleebaum!” Abe cried, producing another of his best cigars.

“Much obliged,” Kleebaum mumbled as he lit up.  “And now, Abe, after business comes with me pleasure.  What d’ye say to a little spin uptown in this here Pfingst car which I got it waiting for me downstairs.”

Abe waved his hand with the palm out.

“You could go as far as you like, Mr. Kleebaum,” he replied, “but when it comes to oitermobiles, Mr. Kleebaum, you got to excuse me.  I ain’t never rode in one of them things yet, and I guess you couldn’t learn it an old dawg he should study new tricks.  Ain’t it?”

“D’ye mean to tell me you ain’t never rode in an oitermobile yet?” Kleebaum exclaimed.