"But Schindler & Baum got it a good line, Feigenbaum," Philip protested.
"Sure I know they got it a good line," Feigenbaum agreed; "but I ain't much on going to theaytres or eating a bunch of expensive feed. No, Margolius, I like to deal with people what gives their line the benefit of the theaytres and the dinners."
"What you mean?" Philip cried.
"I mean Ellis Block, from Saracuse, New York, shows me a line of capes he bought it from you, Margolius," Feigenbaum continued, "which the precisely same thing I got it down on Division Street at a dollar less apiece from a feller what never was inside of so much as a moving pictures, with or without a customer, Margolius, and so he don't got to add the tickets to the price of the garments."
Philip washed down a tart rejoinder with a huge gulp.
"Not that I don't go to theaytre once in a while," Feigenbaum went on; "but when I go I pay for it myself."
Philip nodded.
"Supposing I should tell you, Mr. Feigenbaum," he said, "that I didn't want to sell you no goods."
"Well, if you didn't want to sell me no goods," Feigenbaum replied with a twinkle in his eye, "the best thing to do would be to take me to a show, because then I sure wouldn't buy no goods from you."
"All right," Philip replied; "come and take dinner with me and we'll go and see the Lily of Constantinople."