Yetta bowed stiffly and Elkan hastened to make conversation by way of relieving Mr. Kamin's embarrassment.
"Looks like an early spring the way people is going to the country in such crowds," he said.
"I bet yer," Kamin rejoined emphatically. "I arrived in New York two weeks ahead of my schedule, because I simply got to do my buying now or lose a lot of early spring trade."
"Have you been in town long?" Elkan asked.
"Only this morning," Kamin answered; "and I am going down to eat dinner with my sister, Mrs. Ortelsburg. She lives in Burgess Park."
"Is that so?" Elkan exclaimed. "We ourselves are going to Burgess Park—to visit a friend."
"A customer," Yetta corrected.
"A customer could also be a friend," Kamin declared, "especially if he's a good customer."
"This is a very good customer," Elkan went on, "by the name Louis Stout."
"Louis Stout, from Flugel & Stout?" Kamin cried. "Why, him and Benno Ortelsburg is like brothers already! Well, then, I'll probably see you down in Burgess Park this afternoon, on account every Sunday afternoon Louis plays pinocle at my brother-in-law's house. Why don't he fetch you round to take a hand?"