"Five hundred dollars!" Abe exclaimed. "If you think you should cry till you get five hundred dollars out of me, you got a long wet spell ahead of you. That's all I got to say."
"Might he would take two hundred and fifty dollars, maybe," Mrs. Sheikman suggested hopefully through her tears.
"Don't let him do no favors on my account," Abe said; "because, if it was two hundred and fifty buttons it wouldn't make no difference to me."
"A fine young feller," Mrs. Mashkowitz sobbed. "He got six machines and two hundred dollars saved up and wants to go into the cloak and suit contracting business."
"Only a hundred dollars if the poor girl had it,"
Mrs. Sheikman burst forth again; "maybe he would be satisfied."
"S'enough!" Abe roared. "I heard enough already."
He banged a sample table with his fist and Mrs. Sheikman jumped in her seat.
"That's a heart what you got it," she said bitterly, "like Haman."
"Haman was a pretty good feller already compared to me," Abe declared; "and also I got business to attend to."