But when Uncle Max
gets up there you look like you was having such a good time already he
hates to interrupt you, so he goes back to the store again."
Morris puffed violently at his cigar.
"That's a fine piece of work," he said, "that Max Tuchman is."
Ralph nodded.
"Sure he is," he replied. "Uncle Max is an up-to-date feller."
CHAPTER XI
"The trouble is with us, Mawruss," Abe Potash declared one afternoon in
September, "that we ain't in an up-to-date neighborhood. We should get
it a loft in one of them buildings up in Seventeenth, Eighteenth or
Nineteenth Street, Mawruss. All the trade is up in that neighborhood."
"I ain't got such a good head for figures like you got it, Abe," Morris
Perlmutter replied, "and so I am content we should stay where we are. We
done it always a fair business here, Abe. Ain't it?"
"Sure, I know," Abe went on, "but the way it is with out-of-town
buyers, Mawruss, they goes where the crowd is, and they ain't going to
be bothered to come way downtown for us, Mawruss."
"Well, how about Klinger & Klein, Lapidus & Elenbogen, and all them
people, Abe?" Morris asked. "Ain't them out-of-town buyers going to buy
goods off of them neither?"
"Klinger & Klein already hire it a fine loft on Nineteenth Street," Abe
interposed.
"Well, Abe," Morris rejoined, "Klinger & Klein, like a whole lot of
people what I know, acts like monkeys, Abe. They see somebody doing
something and they got to do it too.
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