"That's all right," Abe said. "I don't consider we wasted any time. Many a night I threw away four dollars taking a customer on the theayter yet, when the show wasn't near so good as what we seen it this afternoon; and the customer ain't bought no goods off me anyhow."
"Don't you worry yourself about that, Abe!" Max cried. "You got a couple of customers at this show which they would buy goods from you so long as we are in business, and don't you forget it. Ain't I right, Alex?"
Alex nodded.
"Come on, Uncle Mosha," he said. "Come inside with us and see this through."
"I'll wait out here," Uncle Mosha replied. "I got enough excitement for one afternoon."
He waited until Mr. Jones, of the title company, had packed up his papers, and then after Henry D. Feldman had followed the others into the adjoining room and had closed the door behind him, Uncle Mosha touched the button on Feldman's desk.
"Go out and buy for me an evening paper," he said to the boy who responded.
"Say," the boy replied, "there was a doctor waiting to see you for more than half an hour."
"Tell him to wait a little longer yet," Mosha rejoined. "I may got to have him after I am seeing the paper."
"He ain't here now," the boy said. "He went away and says you should send him a check for five dollars."