Not a button!
Y'understand?"
He wheeled about and the next moment the store door banged with
cannon-like percussion. Morris came from behind a rack of raincoats and
tiptoed toward Abe.
"Well, Abe," he said, "you put your foot in it that time."
Abe mopped the perspiration from his brow and bit the end off a cigar.
"We done business before we had Philip Hahn for a customer, Mawruss,"
he said, "and I guess we'll do it again. Ain't it?"
* * * * *
Six months later Abe was scanning the columns of the Daily Cloak and
Suit Record while Morris examined the morning mail.
"Yes, Mawruss," he said at length. "Some people get only what they
deserve. I always said it, some day Philip Hahn will be sorry he treated
us the way he did. I bet yer he's sorry now."
"So far what I hear, Abe," Morris replied, "he ain't told us nor nobody
else that he's sorry. In fact, I seen him coming out of Sammet Brothers'
yesterday, and he looked at me like he would treat us worser already, if
he could. What makes you think he's sorry, Abe?"
"Well," Abe went on, "if he _ain't_ sorry he _ought_ to be."
He handed the Daily Cloak and Suit Record to Morris and indicated the
New Business column with his thumb.
"Rochester, N. Y.," it read. "Philip Hahn, doing business here as the
Flower City Credit Outfitting Company, announces that he has taken into
partnership Emanuel Gubin, who recently married Mr. Hahn's niece.
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