"
"To whose order?" Miss Cohen asked.
Abe cleared his throat and blinked away a slight moisture before
replying.
"Make it to the order of Abraham P. Perlmutter," he said, "and we will
deposit it in a savings bank, Mawruss, and when he comes twenty-one
years old, Mawruss, we will draw it out with anything else what you put
in there for him, Mawruss, and we will deposit it in our own bank to the
credit of _Potash, Perlmutter & Son_."
Sol Klinger's face spread into an amiable grin.
"You could put me down ten dollars on that savings bank account, too,
boys," he said as he reached for his hat. "I've got to be going now."
"Don't forget you should tell Klein it's a boy," Morris called to him.
"I wouldn't forget," Sol replied. "Klein'll be glad to hear it. You
know, Mawruss, Klein ain't such a grouch as most people think he is. In
fact, taking him all around, Klein is a pretty decent feller."
As he turned to leave, his eye met Abe's, and both of them smiled
guiltily.
"After all, Abe," Sol concluded, "it ain't what partners says about each
other, Abe, but how they _acts_ which counts. Ain't it?"
Abe nodded emphatically.
"An old saying but a true one," Morris declared. "Actions talk louder as
words."
THE END.
Transcriber's Notes
Several spelling and punctuation inconsistencies appear in the original
of this text. Punctuation has been changed when required for correct
syntax. Inconsistent spelling has been retained in direct speech for
pronunciation purposes and in quoted written material, but has been
changed as noted below.
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