"Close the window, Mawruss," said Abe. "There's so much noise coming from outside I can't hear myself think."
"The window is closed, Abe," Morris replied. "It's your imagination."
"Well, then, which one is which, Mawruss?" Abe asked.
"The roses is Anna," Morris said. "Anna, you want to work by Mr. Potash's lady?"
"Sure she does," Abe broke in. "Only I want to ask you a few questions before I hire you. Who did you work by before, Anna?"
Anna hung her head and simpered.
"Mister M. Garfunkel," she murmured.
"Is that so?" Morris exclaimed. "Why, he's a good customer of ours."
"Don't butt in, Mawruss," Abe said. "And what did you leave him for, Anna?"
"Me don't leave them," Anna replied. "Mrs. Garfunkel is fine lady. Mister Garfunkel, too. They leave me. They goin' away next month, out to the country."