"I hear your firm opens a new factory."
"Yes; we're going to put in a line of March Hare neckwear and manufacture it in Newark."
"My wife tells me you manage the new factory—eh?"
"Oh, I can't say that, Mr. Katzenstein; in fact—"
"Ach, papa, I didn't say for sure; the ladies this afternoon—"
"Here's you chair, papa."
Mr. Grump sprang to her aid.
"Thanks, Marcus," she said.
"What do you think of my girl there, Gump? She's a fine one—not?"
"Aw, now, papa, you quit! What'll Marcus think—such goings-on!"