"Sure I know," Klinger said, "thin like paper."
"Aber sterling," Gurin insisted, and Klinger made a telling diversion.
"I suppose you sent 'em something sterling also," he said.
"Me?" Gurin exclaimed. "Why should I buy presents? I am a retailer myself, Mr. Klinger, so I sent 'em some flowers."
"I don't see 'em nowhere," Sol retorted.
"They're over there," B. Gurin said, making a sweeping gesture in the general direction of the mantelpiece, and as he did so a bass voice sounded at his elbow.
"Put out my eye why don't you?" cried Abe Potash, and then he recognized his assailant.
"Say, what are you doing here?" he demanded.
B. Gurin looked coldly at his creditor and shrugged his shoulders.
"I got just so much right to be here as you," he said, "and that partner of yours too."