"Well, I expect to get it a partner with a couple of hundred dollars," Goldman said; "but, anyhow, Mr. Potash, I get some cards printed next week and I send you one."
"All right," Abe replied. "Only let me give it you a piece of advice, Goldman: If you get it a partner, don't make no mistake and have some feller what wants to run you and the business and everybody else, Goldman."
The thrust went home and Morris stared fiercely at his partner.
"And you should see it also that his wife ain't got no relations, Goldman," he added, "otherwise he'll
want you to share the profits of the business with them."
Goldman nodded.
"Oh, I got a good, smart feller picked out, and his wife's relations will be all right, too," he said, as he started to leave. "But, anyhow, Mr. Perlmutter, I let you know next week."
About ten days afterward, while Morris and Abe were in the throes of packing, prior to the removal of their business, the letter-carrier entered with a batch of mail, and Morris immediately took it into the show-room.
"Here, Abe," he said, as he glanced at the first envelope, "this is for you."
Then he proceeded to go through the remainder of the pile.