"If you mean me," Abe replied, "I ain't no millionaire, I can assure you. Far from it."
"Plenty of money you got it, Potash," Mrs. Mashkowitz said. "Five hundred dollars to you is to me like ten cents."
"He don't think no more of five hundred dollars
than you do of your life, lady," Morris broke in with a raucous laugh.
"Do me the favor, Mawruss," Abe cried, "and tend to your own business."
"Sure," Morris replied, as he turned to go. "I thought I was helping you out, Abe, that's all."
He repaired to the rear of the store, while Abe piloted his two visitors into the show-room.
"Now what is it you want from me?" he asked.
"Not a penny she got it," Mrs. Mashkowitz declared, breaking into tears. "And she got a fine young feller what is willing to marry her and wants it only five hundred dollars."
"Only five hundred dollars," Mrs. Sheikman moaned. "Only five hundred dollars. Ai vai!"