The next event on the program was sight-seeing. We left our things under lock and key in our room and leisurely strolled along the water front to see what we could see. While strolling along the street facing the wharves, we were passing a clothing store when a Hebrew gentleman stepped out and asked us if we wanted to buy a suit of clothes. We told him no, but he didn't seem to want to take "no" for an answer.
"Shentlemens, I got some mighty fine clothes inside and I'll sell them very cheap."
"Ain't got no money, today," said I, as we tried to pass on.
"Don't be in der hurry," said the Hebrew gentleman; "come in and take a look, it won't cost you noddings."
I was for moving on, but Billy said, "What's the harm? Let's go in and see what he's got."
In we went, slowly and cautiously, but we knew the old Jew couldn't rob us in open daylight.
"What size do you wear?" asked he of Billy.
"Damfino," says Billy; "I didn't come in to buy any clothes today."
"Let me measure you," says the Israelite, "I got some clothes here that will make your eyes water when you see dem."
Billy stood up and let his measure be taken. This done, the vender of clothes made an inspection of the clothing-piles, calling out to Jakie in a back room to come forth and assist. Jakie appeared, and seemed a husky chap of twenty-five or so. Jakie had been eating his breakfast. The two storekeepers went through the clothing piles.