Abe was about to nod again, but at a warning glance from Morris he thought better of it.
"But I told it Flachsman we ain't got no cashier,
only a bookkeeper," Morris said, "and so he says he could put it Bookkeeper over the hole. Inside the office is two desks, one for you and me, and a high one for the bookkeeper behind the hole. On the right-hand side as you go inside them pool-table doors is another mahogany partition, and back of that is the cutting-room already. Then you walk right straight ahead, and between them two partitions is like a hall-way, what leads to the front of the loft, and there is the show-room with showcases, racks and tables like what I got it a list here."
"And the whole business will cost it us two thousand dollars, Mawruss," Abe commented.
"Two thousand two hundred and fifty," Morris said.
"Well, all I got to say is we would get it the positively same identical thing by H. Rifkin's place for six hundred dollars," Abe concluded.
He rose to his feet and took off his hat and coat.
"What did you say this here feller Flachsman was in the district lodge of the I. O. M. A., Mawruss?" he inquired.
"Corresponding secretary," Morris replied. "What for you ask, Abe?"
"Oh, nothing," Abe replied as he turned away. "Only, I was wondering what he would soak us for them fixtures, Mawruss, if he would of been Grand Master."