"Look big!" Abe exclaimed. "It is big. It's three thousand dollars."
"Well, you can't reckon stickers by what they cost," Morris explained. "It's what they'll sell for."
"You're right, Mawruss," Abe commented bitterly. "And that house wouldn't sell for Confederate money. I'll see Louis Mintz to-night."
Abe saw Louis that very evening, and they met by appointment at the store ten days later. In the meantime Louis had inspected the house, and when he entered Potash & Perlmutter's show-room his face wore none too cheerful an expression.
"Well, Louis," Abe cried, "you come to tell us it's all right. Ain't it?"
Louis shook his head.
"Abe," he said, "the old saying is you should never look at a horse's teeth what somebody gives you, but that house is pretty near vacant."
"What of it?" Abe asked. "It's a fine house, ain't it?"
"Sure, it's a fine house," Louis agreed. "But what good is a fine house if you can't rent it? You can't eat it, can you?"
"No," Morris replied, "but you can sell it."