"I know it, Mawruss," Abe rejoined, "but you got to remember that the customer's name is also Burke. What for a show did you buy it tickets for?"
Morris blushed. "Travvy-ayter," he murmured.
"Travvy-ayter!" Abe replied. "Why, that's an opera, ain't it?"
Morris nodded. He had intended to combine business with pleasure by taking Burke to hear Tetrazzini.
"Well, you got your idees, too, Mawruss," Abe continued; "and I don't know that they're much better as this here Walsh's idees."
"Ain't they, Abe?" Morris replied. "Well, maybe they ain't, Abe. But just because I got a loafer for a customer ain't no reason why I should be a loafer myself, Abe."
"Must you take a customer to a show, Mawruss?" Abe rejoined. "Is there a law compelling it, Mawruss?"
Morris shrugged his shoulders.
"Anyhow, Abe," he said, "I don't see that you got any kick coming, because I'm going to give them tickets to you and Rosie, Abe, and youse two can take in the show."
"And where are you going, Mawruss?"