"What d'ye think, Yetta?" he asked. "Should I tell Paul and Gans the chairs ain't gen-wine, oder not?"
For more than ten minutes Yetta wrinkled her forehead over this knotty ethical point; then she delivered her opinion.
"Mr. Gans tells you he is just as happy if they ain't gen-wine—ain't it?" she said.
Elkan nodded.
"And Mr. Paul acted honest, because he didn't know they wasn't gen-wine neither, ain't it?" she continued.
Again Elkan nodded.
"Then," Yetta declared, "if you are taking it so particular as all that, Elkan, there's only one thing for you to do—give me the thirty dollars!"
"Is that so!" Elkan exclaimed ironically. "And what will you do with the money?"
"The only thing I can do with it, Schlemiel," she said. "Ten dollars I will give Louis Dishkes he should take a trip up to the country over Sunday and visit his wife."