"That sounds pretty good, Abe," Morris commented. "Don't you think so, Abe?"
Abe pulled off his coat with such force that he ripped the sleeve-lining.
"What are you doing," he demanded, "making jokes with me?" "And it's only twenty dollars more a month as you're paying here," Slotkin concluded.
"Twenty dollars a month won't make us or break us, Abe," Morris said.
"It won't, hey?" Abe roared. "Well, that don't make no difference, Mawruss. You said you wanted it two lofts, and we got to have it two lofts. How do you think we're going to sell goods and keep our books, Mawruss, if we have all them machines kicking up a racket on the same floor?"
"Well, Abe, might we could send our work out by contractors, maybe," Morris answered with all the vivacity of a man suggesting a new and brilliant idea.
Abe stared at his partner for a minute.
"What's the matter with you, Morris, anyway?" he asked at length. "First you say it we must have two lofts and keep our work in our own shop, and now you turn right around again."
"I got to talking it over with Minnie last night," Morris replied, "and she thinks maybe if we give our work out by contractors we wouldn't need it to stay down so late, and then I wouldn't keep the dinner waiting an hour or so every other night. We lose it two good girls already by it in six months."
"Who is running this business, Mawruss?" Abe roared. "Minnie or us?"