"Ach! That Malke! She goes back right off to De Lancey Street, where she belongs," said the first stranger, plainly irritated.
"How did you find the stuff, Hyman?"
"Have you et your supper yet?"
"Yes—'tisn't Kosher, is it? How did you find the stuff?"
"No, it ain't Kosher—nothing ain't Kosher!"
"It's a devilish sight worse, though. How did you find the stuff, Hyman?"
The one called Hyman here seemed to despair of putting off this query.
"No good! No good!—not a decent piece in the lot! I pledge you my word as a gentleman I wouldn't pay the freight on it to Fourth Avenue!" Billy remarked that the gentleman said "pletch" for pledge and "afanoo" for avenue.
The second stranger, hearing this, at once became strangely cheerful and insisted upon shaking hands with the first one.
"Fine, Hyman, fine! I'm delighted to hear you say so. Your words lift a load of doubt from my mind. It came to me in there just now that I might be incurring that supper for nothing but my sins!"