"
Morris received this admission with a scowl.
"For a feller what's got such a nerve like you got it, Abe," he
declared, "I am surprised you should make it such a poor salesman."
"When a man's got it a back-number partner, Mawruss, his hands is full
inside and outside the store, and so naturally he loses it a few
customers oncet in a while," Abe replied. "But, somebody's got to have
nerve in a business, Mawruss, and if I waited for you to make
suggestions we would never get nowhere."
Morris searched his mind for an appropriate rejoinder, and had just
formulated a particularly bitter jibe when the store door opened to
admit two shabbily-dressed females.
"Here, you," Abe called, "operators goes around the alley."
The elder of the two females drew herself up haughtily.
"Operators!" she said with a scornful rising inflection.
"Finishers, also," Abe continued. "This here door is for customers."
"You don't know me, Potash," she retorted. "Might you don't know this
lady neither, maybe?"
She indicated her companion, who turned a mournful gaze upon the
astonished Abe.
"But we know you, Potash," she went on. "We know you already when you
didn't have it so much money what you got now."
Her companion nodded sadly.
"So, Potash," she concluded, "your own wife's people is operators and
finishers; what?"
Abe looked at Morris, who stood grinning broadly in the show-room
doorway.
"Give me an introduction once, Abe," Morris said.
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