Abe shook his head.
"Mawruss," he said, "did you ship them goods to M. Garfunkel yet?"
"They'll be out in ten minutes," Morris replied.
"Hold 'em for a while till I telephone over to Klinger & Klein," Abe said.
"What you looking for, Abe?" Morris asked. "More information? You know as well as I do, Abe, that Klinger & Klein is so conservative they wouldn't sell Andrew Carnegie unless they got a certified check in advance."
"That's all right, Mawruss," Abe rejoined. "Maybe they wouldn't sell Andrew Carnegie, but if I ain't mistaken they did sell M. Garfunkel. Everybody sold him, even Lapidus & Elenbogen. So I guess I'll telephone 'em."
"Well, wait a bit, Abe," Morris cried. "My Minnie's girl Lina is here with her cousin. I brought 'em down this morning so you could talk to her yourself."
"All right," Abe replied. "Tell 'em to come into the show-room."
A moment later Lina and her cousin Anna entered the show-room. Both were arrayed in Potash & Perlmutter's style forty-twenty-two, but while Lina wore a green hat approximating the hue of early
spring foliage, Anna's head-covering was yellow with just a few crimson-lake roses—about eight large ones—on the side.