"Do me the favor, Mawruss," Abe cried, "and tend to your own business."
"Sure," Morris replied, as he turned to go. "I thought I was helping you
out, Abe, that's all."
He repaired to the rear of the store, while Abe piloted his two visitors
into the show-room.
"Now what is it you want from me?" he asked.
"Not a penny she got it," Mrs. Mashkowitz declared, breaking into tears.
"And she got a fine young feller what is willing to marry her and wants
it only five hundred dollars."
"Only five hundred dollars," Mrs. Sheikman moaned. "Only five hundred
dollars. _Ai vai!_"
"Five hundred dollars!" Abe exclaimed. "If you think you should cry till
you get five hundred dollars out of me, you got a long wet spell ahead
of you. That's all I got to say."
"Might he would take two hundred and fifty dollars, maybe," Mrs.
Sheikman suggested hopefully through her tears.
"Don't let him do no favors on my account," Abe said; "because, if it
was two hundred and fifty buttons it wouldn't make no difference to me."
"A fine young feller," Mrs. Mashkowitz sobbed. "He got six machines and
two hundred dollars saved up and wants to go into the cloak and suit
contracting business."
"Only a hundred dollars if the poor girl had it," Mrs. Sheikman burst
forth again; "maybe he would be satisfied."
"S'enough!" Abe roared. "I heard enough already."
He banged a sample table with his fist and Mrs. Sheikman jumped in
her seat.
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