He linked his arm in Max's and together they walked to Sam's store.
"We'll take a look in here first before we go up to the house," Sam said as he opened the door. The next moment Sam Green was clasped to the ample bosom of Leah Green, who glanced inquiringly at Max Kirschner.
"Mommer," Sam announced, "this is Mr. Max Kirschner, which he ought to be like an old friend on account he was born and raised in this here town and his father run this very store."
Max looked around him at the shelves and showcases.
"The same fixtures," he muttered absently.
"He is only in town for a couple of days, mommer," Sam said hesitatingly, "so I thought we could easy fix up the spare room—ain't it?"
"Why, sure!" Mrs. Green replied as she shook Max's hand warmly. "Is the folks all well, Mr. Kirschner?"
Max smiled sadly.
"You can judge for yourself, Mrs. Green," he said, "because I'm all the folks there are."
"Oh, sure," Mrs. Green hastened to say. "I remember now; you never got married."