She handed the bottle to Aaron, who thrust it into his overcoat-pocket.
"Thanks; much obliged," he said hoarsely.
"Don't mention it," she commented as she returned to the office.
Aaron looked after her in blank surprise. "Sure not," he muttered, starting off for the showroom in long, frightened strides.
"Say, Max," he said, "what's the matter with that girl? Is she verrückt?"
"Verrückt!" Max exclaimed. "What d'ye mean—verrückt? Say, lookyhere, Aaron, you should be careful what you are saying about a lady like Miss Meyerson. She already found where Louis Sen makes mistakes, which Gott weiss wie vile it costed us yet. You shouldn't say nothing about that girl, Aaron, because she is a cracker-jack, A Number One bookkeeper."
"Did I say she wasn't?" Aaron replied. "I am only saying she acts to me very funny, Max. She gives me this here bottle of medicine just now."
He poked the package at Max, who handled it gingerly, as though it might explode at any minute.
"What d'ye give it to me for?" he cried. "I don't want it."
"Well, I don't want it, neither," Aaron replied. "She ain't got no right to act fresh like that and give me medicine which I ain't asked for at all."