"Well, Abe," she said, "did you hear the latest? We are going to move to Johnsonhurst."
"I wish you joy," Abe grunted.
"We got a swell place down there," she went on. "Five bedrooms, a parlor and a library with a great big kitchen and a garage."
"A what?" Abe cried.
"A place what you put oitermobiles into it," Morris explained.
"Is that so?" Abe said as he jammed his hat on with both hands. "Well, that don't do no harm,
Mawruss, because you could also use it for a dawg house."
He slammed the door behind him and five minutes later he entered the business premises of Klinger & Klein. There he found the senior member of the firm busy over the sample line.
"Hallo, Sol!" he cried. "I just seen it Mr. Brady, credit man for the Manhattan Mills, and he says he come across you riding in an oitermobile near Coney Island at nine o'clock this morning already. He says he always thought you and Klein was pretty steady people, but I says nowadays you couldn't never tell nothing about nobody. 'Because a feller is a talmudist already, Mr. Brady,' I says, 'that don't say he ain't blowing in his money on the horse races yet.'"
Klinger turned pale.