"How d'ye do, Miss Goldblatt," he said. "Ain't it a fine weather?"
"Sure it's fine weather," Miss Goldblatt agreed. "Is that all you stopped me for to tell me it was fine weather?"
"No," Philip said lamely.
"Well, then, I guess I'll be moving on," Miss Goldblatt announced; "because I got a date with Fannie up on Twenty-third Street."
"One minute," Philip cried. "It was about your sister what I wanted to speak to you about."
"What have you got to do with my sister Fannie?" Miss Goldblatt demanded, glaring indignantly at Margolius.
"Why," Philip replied on the spur of the moment, "I got a friend what wants to be introduced to her, a—now—feller in the—now—cloak business."
Miss Goldblatt regarded Philip for one suspicious moment.
"What's his name?" she asked abruptly.
A gentle perspiration broke out on Philip's forehead. He searched his mind for the name of some matrimonially eligible man of his acquaintance, but none suggested itself. Hence, he sparred for time.