"No, thank you; not to-night."
"Won't cost you anything; come on," persisted the fellow.
"I don't care to buy to-night."
"That's all right; just try 'em on, and see how nice they look on you."
"Thank you, but I won't bother you," and Ralph attempted to walk away.
The "puller-in" was not going to lose him thus easily, however. Trade had been bad with him for the day, and he felt he must sell something or his position with the owner of the establishment would be at stake.
"It's no trouble to show goods, my dear sir; walk right in," he said, and, instead of letting Ralph go, pushed him toward the open store doors.
"But I don't want to buy," insisted Ralph, who began to fancy he was not being treated just right.
"Didn't ask you to buy, my dear sir. Isaac just show this young gentleman some of those beautiful all-wool suits for nine and ten dollars."
A greasy old Jew at once came forward, rubbing his hands.