"You don't mean that, Mawruss," Harris replied. "You mean forty-eight nine."
Morris saw that the psychological moment had arrived.
"Look-y here, now, Harris," he said. "Forty-eight six from forty-eight nine is three hundred. Ain't it?"
Harris nodded.
"Then," Morris announced, "we'll split the difference and make it forty-eight seven-fifty."
For one thoughtful moment Harris remained silent, and then he clapped his hand into that of Morris.
"Done!" he cried.
Twenty days elapsed, during which Potash & Perlmutter took title to Harris Rabin's house and paid the balance of the purchase price, moieties of which found their way into the pockets of Magnus, Michaelson and Henochstein. At length, the first of the
month arrived and Abe and Morris left the store early so that they might collect the rents of their real property.
"I seen the house, Abe, and you seen the house," Morris said as they turned the corner of the crowded East Side street on which their property fronted, "but you can't tell nothing from looking at a property, Abe. When you get the rents, Abe, that's when you find it out that you got a fine property, Abe."