True, her features, though large, were
quite regular, and she had fine black eyes and the luxurious hair that
goes with them; but as Abe gazed at the convex lines of her generous
figure he could not help wondering what his partner would say when he
saw her.
As a matter of fact, at that precise moment Morris was taking in the
entire situation from behind a convenient rack of raincoats, and was
mentally designing a new line of samples to be called The P & P System.
He figured that he would launch it with a good, live ad in the Daily
Cloak and Suit Record, to be headed: Let 'Em _All_ Come. We Can Fit
_Everybody_. _Large_ Sizes a Specialty.
"Do you think you will like it here?" Abe hazarded.
"Oh, sure," Max replied for his sister-in-law. "This ain't the first
time she works in a cloak and suit house. She helps me out in the store
whenever she comes to Buffalo. In fact, she knows part of your line
already, Abe, and the rest she learns pretty quick."
"You won't find me slow, Mr. Potash," Miss Kreitmann broke in. "Maybe I
ain't such a good model except for large sizes, but I learned to sell
cloaks by my brother-in-law and by my uncle, Philip Hahn, before I could
talk already. What I want to do now is to meet the trade that comes into
the store."
"That's what you're going to do," Abe said. "I will introduce you to
everybody."
The thought that this would be, perhaps, the only way to get rid of her
lent fervor to his words, and Max shook him warmly by the hand.
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