"Good evening, Miss Levy," he said patronizingly, when he entered her office late in the afternoon of Milton's hiring. "How d'ye feel after the dance last night?"
"Pretty good," Miss Levy replied through a pen which she held between her teeth. "Milton, tell Mr. Rothman not to go home till he talks to me about Mr. Pasinsky's mail."
Milton hurried out of the office, while Ferdy Rothman stared after him.
"Who's he?" Ferdy asked.
"He come to work to-day," Miss Levy replied, "and he's going to be all right, too."
Ferdy smiled contemptuously. He was accustomed, on his way uptown, to stopping in at his father's place of business, ostensibly for the purpose of accompanying his father home. Other and more cogent reasons were the eyes, the blue-black hair, and the trim little figure of Miss Clara Levy.
"And what's he supposed to be doing around here?" Ferdy continued.
"He's supposed to be learning the business," Miss Levy answered, "and he ain't lost much time, either. He sold Henry Feigenbaum a bill of goods. You know Henry Feigenbaum. He's only got one eye, and he thinks everybody is trying to do him."
Here Milton Zwiebel returned.
"It's all right," he said; "Mr. Rothman will see you before he goes."