"All right, give me a roll tongue sandwich," Abe concluded, and once more addressed B. Rashkin.
"Of course you would take back a second mortgage, Mr. Rashkin," he said.
"Well, I might take two or three thousand dollars, a purchase-money mortgage, but no more," Rashkin replied, as the waitress returned empty-handed.
"Rolls is all out," she said. "I'll have to give you white bread."
"All right," Abe replied.
"Did you say Swiss cheese or store cheese?" she inquired mildly.
"Tongue!" Abe and B. Rashkin roared with one voice.
"Well, don't get mad about it," the waitress cried, as she whisked away toward the coffee urns.
"I'll tell you the truth, Mr. Potash," B. Rashkin continued. "I give that house to a number of real estaters, already, and I'm considering a good offer from a feller what Ferdy Rothschild brings me. The feller makes me a fine offer, Mr. Potash, only he wants me to take back a second mortgage of five thousand dollars; and I told Ferdy Rothschild if he could get his customer to make it all cash above a second mortgage of three thousand dollars I would
consider it. Ferdy says he expects his customer in to see him this afternoon, already, and he will let me know before I go home to-night."