"Tell it to Kleebaum," he roared.
"I did," Morris said genially, "and he thought it would make a big hit in the trade."
"Why, when did you seen it, Kleebaum?" Abe asked.
"This morning on my way over to Lenox Avenue. I met Sol Klinger and as him and me was buying papers near the subway station, comes a big oitermobile by the curb and Kleebaum is sitting with
another feller in the front seat, what they call a chauffeur, and Kleebaum says, 'Get in and I'll take you down town,' so we get in and I bet yer we come downtown in fifteen minutes."
"Ain't Klinger scared to ride in one of them things, Mawruss?" Abe asked.
"Scared, Abe? Why should the feller be scared? Not only he wasn't scared yet, Abe, but he took up Kleebaum's offer for a ride down to Coney Island yet. Kleebaum said they'd be back by ten o'clock and so Klinger asks me to telephone over to Klein that he would be a little late this morning."
"That's a fine way for a feller to neglect his business, Mawruss," Abe commented.
Morris nodded without enthusiasm.
"By the way, Abe," he said, "me and Minnie about decided we would rent the house next door to Fixman's down in Johnsonhurst, so I guess we will go down there again this afternoon at three o'clock."