"Wouldn't you come inside and take maybe a cup of coffee, Mr. Potash?" Rashkin suggested.
"I shouldn't mind if I will," Abe said; and they entered the bakery together. "Would you want all cash above the mortgage, Mr. Rashkin?"
"Just now, Mr. Potash," Rashkin replied, "I want a little something to eat. Give me a piece of stollen and a cup of coffee."
"Milk separate?" the waitress asked.
B. Rashkin nodded haughtily and then turned to Abe.
"What will you have, Mr. Potash?" he asked.
"Give me also a cup of coffee and a tongue sandwich," he announced to the waitress.
"White or rye bread?" said the waitress.
"Rye bread," Abe replied.
"We ain't got no rye bread; I could give you a roll sandwich," she declared solemnly.