Abe stared at his partner for a minute.
"What's the matter with you, Morris, anyway?" he asked at length. "First
you say it we must have two lofts and keep our work in our own shop, and
now you turn right around again."
"I got to talking it over with Minnie last night," Morris replied, "and
she thinks maybe if we give our work out by contractors we wouldn't need
it to stay down so late, and then I wouldn't keep the dinner waiting an
hour or so every other night. We lose it two good girls already by it in
six months."
"Who is running this business, Mawruss?" Abe roared. "Minnie or us?"
Sam Slotkin listened with a slightly bored air.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen," he said, "what's the use of it you make all this
disturbance? The loft is light on all four sides, with two elevators.
Also, it is already big enough for----"
"What are you butting in for?" Abe shouted. "What business is it of
yours, anyhow?"
"I am the broker," Sam Slotkin replied with simple dignity. "And also
you're going to take that loft. Otherwise I lose it three hundred
dollars' commission, and besides----"
"My partner is right," Morris interrupted. "You ain't got no business to
say what we will or will not do. If we want to take it we will take it,
otherwise not."
"Don't worry," Sam Slotkin cried, "you will take it all right and I'll
be back this afternoon for an answer."
He put on his hat and left without another word, while Abe and Morris
looked at each other in blank amazement.
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