"There goes two thousand dollars, Mawruss," Abe said. "For so sure as you live, Mawruss, if we don't make that delivery to the Fashion Store inside of a week we get a cancelation by the next day's mail; ain't it?"
Morris nodded gloomily, and they both remained silent for a few minutes.
"Mawruss," Abe said at last, "where is that loft what Slotkin gives us?"
"What do you want to know for?"
"I'm going right up to have a look at it," Abe replied. "I'm sick and tired of this here strike business."
Morris heaved a great sigh.
"I believe you, Abe," he said. "The way I feel it now we will sell for junk every machine what we got."
Forthwith Abe boarded a car for uptown, and when he returned two hours later he found Goldman discussing ways and means with Morris in the show-room.
"Well, Abe," Morris cried, "what for a loft you seen it?"
Abe hung up his hat deliberately.