"Don't you think you'd better take it easy for a while, Abe?" Hyman suggested.
"I am taking it easy," said Abe. "So long as I ain't working I'm resting, ain't it, Hymie? And you know as well as I do, Hymie, selling goods never was work to me. It's a pleasure, Hymie, I assure you."
He placed two of the plum-colored Empire gowns under his arm, and thrusting his hat firmly on the back of his head made straight for the dry-goods
district. Two hours later he returned, wearing a broad smile that threatened to engulf his stubby black mustache between his nose and his chin.
"Hymie," he said, "I'm sorry I got to disturb that nice pile you made of them garments. I'll get right to work myself and assort the sizes."
"Why, what's the trouble now, Abe?" Hyman asked.
"I disposed of 'em, Hymie," Abe replied. "Two hundred to Hamburg and Weiss. Three hundred to the Capitol Credit Outfitting Company, and five hundred to Feinroth and Pearl."
"Hold on there, Abe!" Hymie exclaimed. "You only got six hundred, and you sold a thousand garments."
"I know, Hymie," said Abe, "but I'm going home to-morrow, and I got a month in which to ship the balance."
"Going home?" Hyman cried.