“I bet yer that order stands,” he mused.  “It stands in my store until I get a couple of good reports on that feller.”

“What a house that feller Fixman got it, Abe,” Morris Perlmutter exclaimed on Monday morning.  “A regular palace, and mind you, Abe, he don’t pay ten dollars more a month as I do up in a Hundred and Eighteenth Street.  And what a difference there is in the yard, Abe.  Me, I look out on a bunch of fire escapes, while Fixman got a fine garden with trees and flowers pretty near as good as a cemetery.”

“Well, why don’t you move to Johnsonhurst, too, Mawruss,” Abe Potash said.  “It’s an elegant neighborhood, Mawruss.  Me and Rosie was over to Johnsonhurst one day last summer and it took us three hours to get out there and three hours to get back.  Six cigars I busted in my vest pockets at the bridge yet and Rosie pretty near fainted in the crowd.  Yes, Mawruss, it’s an elegant neighborhood, I bet yer.”

“That was on Sunday and the summer time, Abe, but Fixman says if he leaves his house at seven o’clock, he is in his office at a quarter to eight.”

“I believe it, Mawruss,” Abe commented ironically.  “That feller Fixman never got downtown in his life before nine o’clock.  He shouldn’t tell me nothing like that, Mawruss, because I know Fixman since way before the Spanish war already, and that feller was always a big bluff, y’understand.  Sol Klinger tells me he’s got also an oitermobile.”

“Sol Klinger could talk all he wants, Abe,” Morris replied.  “Fixman told it me that if he had the money what Klinger sinks in one stock already, Abe, he could run a dozen oitermobiles.  Sure, Fixman’s got an oitermobile.  With the money that feller makes, Abe, he’s got a right to got on oitermobile.  Klinger should be careful what he tells about people, Abe.  The feller will get himself into serious trouble some day.  He’s all the time knocking somebody.  Ain’t it?”

“Is that so?” Abe said.  “I thought Klinger was such a good friend to us, Mawruss.  Also, Mawruss, you say yourself on Saturday that a feller what’s got an oitermobile is a crook yet.”

“Me!” Morris cried indignantly.  “I never said no such thing, Abe.  Always you got to twist around what I say, Abe.  What I told you was——­”

“S’all right, Mawruss,” Abe said.  “I’ll take your word for it.  What I want to talk to you about now is this here J. Edward Kleebaum.  He gives us an order for twenty-one hundred dollars, Mawruss.”

“Good!” Morris exclaimed.

“Good?” Abe repeated with a rising inflection.  “Say, Mawruss, what’s the matter with you to-day, anyway?”

“Nothing’s the matter with me, Abe.  What d’ye mean?”

“I mean that on Saturday you wouldn’t sell Kleebaum not a dollar’s worth of goods, Mawruss, and even myself I was only willing we should go a thousand dollars on the feller, and now to-day when I tell it you he gives us an order for twenty-one hundred dollars, Mawruss, you say, ’good’.”