"I bet yer he looks bright," Abe commented. "He
looks so bright in them vaudeville clothes that it almost gives me eye-strain. I suppose he says he can get us the lofts."
"Sure," Morris answered; "he says he can fix us up all right."
"I hope so," Abe said skeptically, and at once repaired to the office. It was the tail-end of a busy season and Abe and Morris found no time to renew the topic of their forthcoming removal until two days later when Sam Slotkin again interviewed Morris. The result was communicated to Abe by Morris after Slotkin's departure.
"He says, Abe, that he thinks he's got the very place for us," Morris said. "He thinks he got it, Mawruss," Abe exclaimed. "Well, we can't rip out our store here on the strength of a think, Mawruss. When will he know if he's got it?"
"To-morrow morning," Morris replied, and went upstairs to the workroom, where the humming of many machines testified to the last rush of the season's work. Abe joined him there a few minutes later.
"Believe me, Mawruss," he said, "I'll be glad when this here order for the Fashion Store is out."
"It takes a week yet, Goldman tells me," Morris replied, "and I guess we might have to work nights if they don't make it a hurry-up."
"Well, we're pretty late with that Fashion Store delivery as it is, Mawruss," Abe replied. "It
wouldn't hurt none if we did work nights, Mawruss. We ought to get that order out by the day after to-morrow yet."