"Well, in the first place, Abe," Morris went on, "there's a couple of swinging doors inside the hall door."
"Just like Rifkin's," Abe interrupted.
"Better as Rifkin's," Morris exclaimed. "Them doors is covered with goods, Abe, and holes in each door with glass into it."
"Sure, I know," Abe replied. "Rifkin's doors got green cashmere onto 'em like a pool table."
"Only new, not second-hand," Morris added. "Then, when you get through them doors, on the left side is the office with mahogany partitions and plated glass, with a hole into it like a bank already."
"Sure! The same what I seen it up at Rifkin's, Mawruss," Abe broke in again.
Morris drew himself up and scowled at Abe.
"How many times should I tell it you, Abe," he cried, "them fixtures what Flachsman sells it us is new, and not like Rifkin's."
"Go ahead, Mawruss," Abe replied. "Let's hear it."
"Over the hole is a sign, Cashier," Morris continued.