"Come!" Elkan cried, and Kapfer turned the knob.
On a sofa near the window sat Elkan, with his arm surrounding his fiancée's waist and her head resting on his shoulder.
"Hello, Max!" he cried. "What's kept you? We must have been waiting here at least a quarter of an hour!"
CHAPTER FOUR
HIGHGRADE LINES
"SURE, I know, Mr. Scheikowitz," cried Elkan Lubliner, junior partner of Polatkin, Scheikowitz & Company, as he sat in the firm's office late one February afternoon; "but if you want to sell a highgrade concern like Joseph Kammerman you must got to got a highgrade line of goods."
"Ain't I am telling you that all the time?" Scheikowitz replied. "Aber we sell here a popular-price line, Elkan. So what is the use talking we ain't ekvipt for a highgrade line."
"What d'ye mean we ain't equipped, Mr. Scheikowitz?" Elkan protested. "We got here machines and we got here fixtures, and all we need it now is a highgrade designer and a couple really good cutters like that new feller which is working for us."