"Come, Sarah," Mrs. Sheikman cried. "What's the use talking to a bloodsucker like him!"
"Wait!" Mrs. Mashkowitz pleaded; "I want to ask him one thing more. If Miriam got it this young feller for a husband, might you would give him some of your work, maybe?"
"Bloodsuckers don't give no work to nobody," Abe replied firmly. "And also will you get out of my store, or will you be put out?"
He turned on his heel without waiting for an answer and joined Morris in the rear of the store.
Ten minutes later he was approached by Jake, the shipping-clerk.
"Mr. Potash," Jake said, "them two ladies in the show-room wants to know if you would maybe give that party they was talking about a recommendation to the President of the Kosciusko Bank?"
"Tell 'em," Abe said, "I'll give 'em a recommendation to a policeman if they don't get right out
of here. The only way what a feller should deal with a nervy proposition like that, Mawruss, is to squash it in the bud."
In matters pertaining to real estate Marks Henochstein held himself to be a virtuoso.
"If anyone can put it through, I can," was his motto, and he tackled the job of procuring an uptown loft for Potash & Perlmutter with the utmost confidence.