"That don't harm 'em none," Feinstein replied. "A cabinetmaker could fix that up with a piece of putty and some shellac so as you wouldn't know it from new."
"But if I buy it them fixtures," Abe concluded, as he turned toward the door, "I'd as lief have 'em without putty, if it's all the same to you."
"Sure," Feinstein replied, and no sooner had Abe disappeared into the hall than he drew a morning paper from his pocket and settled down to his duties as keeper for the Federal receiver by selecting the
most comfortable chair in the room and cocking up his feet against the side of Rifkin's desk.
"Well, Abe," Morris cried as his partner entered the store half an hour later, "I give you right."
"You give me right?" Abe repeated. "What d'ye mean?"
"About them fixtures," Morris explained. "I give you right. Them fixtures is nothing but junk, and we got to get some new ones."
"Sure we got to get some new ones, Mawruss," Abe agreed, "and I seen it the very thing what we want up at H. Rifkin's place."
"H. Rifkin's place," Morris exclaimed.
"That's what I said," Abe replied. "I got an idee, Mawruss, we should buy them fixtures what H. Rifkin got."