This time he dashed the note to the floor and grew purple with rage.
"Why," he choked, "that sucker must mean it the winder sample."
Again Morris nodded solemnly.
"But a ten-year-old child could tell that them garments ain't like that winder sample, Mawruss," Abe went on.
"Sure I know," Morris replied sadly, "and a district court judge could tell it, too. Also, a jury by
the city court could tell it, Abe; and also, I rung up Henry D. Feldman and asked him if he could take a case for us against Louis Feinholz, and Feldman says that Feinholz is such an old client that he couldn't do it. And that's the way it goes."
"But them capes was never intended to be the same like that sample, Mawruss," Abe cried.
"That's what I told Louis Feinholz when I rung him up after I spoke to Feldman, and Feinholz says he got the goods and he got the sample, and that's all he knows about it. Then I asked him if he didn't say it distinctly we should make up a first-class, expensive winder sample and ship it along with the order, and he says he don't remember it and that I should show him a writing."
"Ain't you got it a writing?" Abe asked.
"I ain't got no writing about the winder sample, Abe," Morris replied. "I only got it a writing about the order."