Company, of Manchester, England? Are we English or are we American, Abe?"
This was a poser, and Abe remained silent.
"And then again, Abe," Morris went on, "supposing we should—maybe, I am only saying—have a fire, Abe, then we must got to go all the way to Manchester, England, already to collect our money. Ain't it?"
Abe stared at his feet and made no reply, while Morris again examined the folded policy.
"Just listen here to these here names of the people what run the company, Abe," he said. "Chairman, the rutt honn Earl of Warrington."
Abe looked up suddenly.
"What kind of Chinese talk is that, Mawruss?" he said. "Rutt honn?"
"That's no Chinese talk, Abe," Morris replied. "That's printed right here on the policy. That rutt honn Earl of Warrington is president of the board of directors, Abe; and supposing we should maybe for example have a fire, Abe, what show would we stand it with this here rutt honn Earl of Warrington?"
Abe grabbed the policy, which bore on its reverse side the list of directors headed by the name of that distinguished statesman and Cabinet minister, the Rt. Hon. Earl of Warrington.
"J. Blaustein would fix it for us," Abe replied.