"Thanks very much," Aaron replied, as the floor of the descending elevator made a dark line across the ground-glass door of the shaft. He half paused for a moment, but his shyness overcame him.
"Going down!" he yelled, and thrusting his hat more firmly on his head he disappeared into the elevator.
Three days afterward Aaron Pinsky again visited Zaretsky & Fatkin, and as he alighted from the elevator Miss Meyerson came out of her office with a small package in her hand.
"Oh, Mr. Pinsky," she said, "I've got something for you."
"Me?" Aaron cried, stopping short in his progress toward the showroom. "All right."
"You know I couldn't get to sleep the other night thinking of the way you were coughing," she continued. "Every time I closed my eyes I could hear it."
Evidently this remark called for comment of some kind, and Aaron searched his brain for a suitable rejoinder.
"That's nice," he murmured at last.
"So I spoke to my cousin, Mrs. Doctor Goldenreich, about it," she went on, "and the doctor gave me this medicine for you. You should take a tablespoonful every four hours, and when it's all gone I'll get you some more."