dies, and so Pfingst sells oitermobile tires, and now he's in the oitermobile business."
"Certainly, he got there gradually," Abe commented.
"Maybe he did, Abe," Klinger said, "but he also got pretty near a million dollars, and you know as well as I do, Abe, a feller what's a millionaire already don't got to marry off his daughter to a crook, y'understand. No, Abe, I changed my mind about that feller. I think Kleebaum's a pretty decent feller, and ourselves we sold him goods for twenty-five hundred dollars."
Abe puffed hard on his cigar for a moment.
"Couldn't you get from the old man a guarantee of the account maybe?" he asked.
"I sent Klein around there this morning, Abe," Klinger answered, "and Pfingst says if Kleebaum is good enough to marry his daughter, he's good enough for us to sell goods to, and certainly, Abe, you couldn't blame the old man neither."
Abe nodded, and a moment later he rose to leave.
"You shouldn't look so worried about it, Abe," Sol Klinger said. "Everybody is selling that feller this year."
"Well, Mawruss," Abe cried on Tuesday morning, "I got to confess that I ain't learned nothing new about that feller Kleebaum. Everybody what I seen it speaks very highly of him, Mawruss, and the way I figure it, he bought goods for fifty thousand dollars in the last four days. Klinger & Klein
sold him, Sammet Brothers sold him, and even Lapidus & Elenbogen ain't left out. I couldn't understand it at all."