I suppose he says
he can get us the lofts."
"Sure," Morris answered; "he says he can fix us up all right."
"I hope so," Abe said skeptically, and at once repaired to the office.
It was the tail-end of a busy season and Abe and Morris found no time to
renew the topic of their forthcoming removal until two days later when
Sam Slotkin again interviewed Morris. The result was communicated to Abe
by Morris after Slotkin's departure.
"He says, Abe, that he thinks he's got the very place for us," Morris
said.
"He thinks he got it, Mawruss," Abe exclaimed. "Well, we can't rip out
our store here on the strength of a think, Mawruss. When will he know if
he's got it?"
"To-morrow morning," Morris replied, and went upstairs to the workroom,
where the humming of many machines testified to the last rush of the
season's work. Abe joined him there a few minutes later.
"Believe me, Mawruss," he said, "I'll be glad when this here order for
the Fashion Store is out."
"It takes a week yet, Goldman tells me," Morris replied, "and I guess we
might have to work nights if they don't make it a hurry-up."
"Well, we're pretty late with that Fashion Store delivery as it is,
Mawruss," Abe replied. "It wouldn't hurt none if we did work nights,
Mawruss. We ought to get that order out by the day after to-morrow yet."
"You speak to 'em, Abe," Morris retorted, indicating the working force
by a wave of his hand.
"What have I got to do with it?" Abe asked.
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