"Good afternoon, gents," he said.
Morris and Abe greeted him with a scowl.
"I suppose you come for an answer about that loft, huh?" Morris snorted.
Slotkin stared at Abe indignantly.
"Excuse me, Mr. Perlmutter," he said, "I ain't here as broker. I'll see you later about that already. I come here now as varking delegate."
"Sure, I know," Abe replied. "When you call it a strike on us this morning, that ain't got nothing to do with our taking the loft. We believe that, Slotkin; so go ahead and tell us something else."
"It makes me no difference whether you believe it or you don't believe it, Mr. Potash," Slotkin went on. "All I got to say is that you signed it an agreement with the union; ain't it?"
"Sure, we signed it," said Abe, "and we kept it, too. We pay 'em always union prices and we keep it union hours."
"Prices and hours is all right," Slotkin said, "but in the agreement stands it you should give 'em a proper place to work in it."
"Well," Morris cried, "ain't it a proper place here to work in it?"