For over two hours Abe displayed the firm's sample line and his efforts were at last rewarded by a generous order from Kleebaum.
"That makes in all twenty-one hundred dollars' worth of goods," Kleebaum announced, "and if you think you could stand the pressure, Potash, I could smoke another cigar on you already."
"Excuse me, Mr. Kleebaum!" Abe cried, producing another of his best cigars.
"Much obliged," Kleebaum mumbled as he lit up. "And now, Abe, after business comes with me pleasure. What d'ye say to a little spin uptown in this
here Pfingst car which I got it waiting for me downstairs."
Abe waved his hand with the palm out.
"You could go as far as you like, Mr. Kleebaum," he replied, "but when it comes to oitermobiles, Mr. Kleebaum, you got to excuse me. I ain't never rode in one of them things yet, and I guess you couldn't learn it an old dawg he should study new tricks. Ain't it?"
"D'ye mean to tell me you ain't never rode in an oitermobile yet?" Kleebaum exclaimed.
"You got it right," Abe said, "and what's more I ain't never going to neither."
"What you trying to give me?" Kleebaum asked. "You mean to say if I would ask you you should come riding with me now, you would turn me down?"