Abe sat down and dipped his pen in the inkwell
with such force that the spotless surface of Morris' shirt, which he had donned that morning, assumed a polkadot pattern. It was, therefore, some minutes before Abe could devote himself to his task in silence. Finally, he evolved the following:
| The Flower City Credit Outfitting Co. | |
| Gents: Your favor of the16th inst. received and contents noted, and in reply would say ourMr. Potash seen the trade extensively and we are sorry to say it inthe strictest confidence that we ain't got no confidence in the partyyou name. You should on no consideration do anything in the matter asall accounts are very bad. We will tell your Mr. Hahn theparticulars when he is next in our city. | |
| Yours truly, | |
| Potash &Perlmutter. | |
"It ain't no more than he deserves, Mawruss," Abe commented after Morris had read the letter.
"No," Morris admitted, "but after the way Miss Kreitmann got that feller Gubin in the hole and the way she treated Adolph Rothstein, Abe, it ain't no more than she deserves, neither."
For several days afterward Miss Kreitmann went about her work with nothing but scowls for Potash & Perlmutter's customers, married and unmarried alike.
"The thing goes too far, Abe," Morris protested. "She kills our entire trade. Hahn or no Hahn, Abe, I say we should fire her."
Abe shook his head. "It ain't necessary, Mawruss," he replied.
"The girl gets desperate, Mawruss. She fires herself. She told me this morning she don't see no future here, so she's going to leave at the end of the week. She says she will maybe take up trained nursing. She hears it that there are lots of openings for a young woman that way."