"Hallo!" he said. "Yes, this is Potash. Oh, hallo, Feinholz!"
"Say, Potash," Feinholz said at the other end of the wire, "we got the store full of people here. Couldn't you send up them capes right away?"
Abe put his hand over the mouthpiece of the 'phone.
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It's Feinholz," he said to Morris. "He wants them capes right away. What shall I tell him?"
"Tell him nothing," Morris cried. "The first thing you know you will say something to that feller, and he sues us yet for damages because we didn't deliver the goods."
Abe hesitated for a minute.
"You talk to him," he said at length.
Morris seized the receiver from his partner.
"Hallo, Feinholz," he yelled. "We don't want nothing to say to you at all. We are through with you. That's all. Good-by."