"Sure, you ain't," Elkan said; "so you should keep your mouth shut—that's all."
"I would keep my mouth shut oder not as I please," Mrs. Feinermann retorted. "Furthermore, you ain't got no business to get me mixed up in this Geschichte at all!"
"Who are you two anyway?" Max demanded.
"This here feller is a young feller by the name of Elkan Lubliner which he is working by Polatkin & Scheikowitz," Mrs. Feinermann announced; "and what he is bringing me up here for is more than I could tell you."
"Ain't he your husband?" Max asked.
"Oser a Stück!" Mrs. Feinermann declared fervently. "A kid like him should be my husband! An idee!"
"That's all right," Elkan rejoined. "Im Russland at my age many a young feller is got twins yet!"
"What's that got to do with it?" Max Lapin demanded.
"It ain't got nothing to do with it," Elkan said, "but it shows that a young feller like me which he is raised in the old country ain't such a kid as you think for, Mr. Lapin. And when I am telling you that the concern which sells you them goods to retail for twenty-eight dollars is sticking you good, understand me, you could take my word for it just the same like I would be fifty-five even."
Again he seized one of the garments.