"Well, boys," he said in greeting, "I got it a fine loft for you on
Nineteenth Street with twicet as much floor space what you got here."
"A loft!" Morris cried.
"A loft," Henochstein repeated.
"One loft?" Morris asked.
"That's what I said," Henochstein replied, "one loft with twicet as
much floor space, and it's got light on all----"
Morris waved his hand for silence.
"Abe," he said, "this here Henochstein is a friend of yours; ain't it?"
Abe nodded sulkily.
"Well, take him out of here," Morris advised, "before I kick him out."
He banged the show-room door behind him and repaired to Wasserbauer's
Cafe and Restaurant across the street to await Henochstein's departure.
"Mawruss is right," Abe declared. "You was told distinctively we
wanted it two lofts, not one, and here you come back with a one-loft
proposition."
Henochstein rose to leave.
"If you think it you could get two up-to-date lofts on Seventeenth,
Eighteenth or Nineteenth Street, Abe, for what you pay it here in this
dinky place," he said, "you got another think coming."
He opened the show-room door.
"And also, Abe," he concluded, "if I got it a partner what made it a
slave of me, like Perlmutter does you, I'd go it alone, that's all I
got to say."
After Henochstein left, Abe was a prey to bitter reflections, which were
only interrupted by his partner's return to the show-room a quarter of
an hour later.
"Well, Abe," Morris cried, "you got your turn at this here moving
business; let me try a hand at it once.
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