"He could trust me with the diamonds, Abe, because I ain't got no use for diamonds," Morris replied. "If anyone gives me diamonds that I should take care of it into the safe they go. I ain't a person what sticks diamonds all over myself, Abe, and I don't buy no tchampanyer wine one day and come around trying to lend it from people a thousand dollars the next day, Abe."
"It was my wife's birthday," Hymie explained; "and if I got to spend it my last cent, Mawruss, I always buy tchampanyer on my wife's birthday."
"All right, Hymie," Morris retorted; "if you think it so much of your wife, lend it from her a thousand dollars."
"Make an end, make an end," Abe cried; "I
hear it enough already. Put them diamonds in the safe and we give Hymie a check for a thousand dollars."
Morris shrugged his shoulders.
"All right, Abe," he said. "Do what you please, but remember what I tell it you now. I don't know nothing about diamonds and I don't care nothing about diamonds, and if it should be that we got to keep it the diamonds I don't want nothing to do with them. All I want it is my share of the thousand dollars."
He turned on his heel and banged the show-room door behind him, while Abe pulled up the shades and Hymie turned off the lights.
"That's a fine crank for you, Abe," Hymie exclaimed.
Abe said nothing, but sat down and wrote out a check for a thousand dollars.