"What d'ye think for a fresh woman like that?" he said to Max as Miss Meyerson's head once more bent over her books.
"She ain't fresh, Aaron," Max replied. "She's just got a heart, y'understand."
"But——" Aaron began.
"But nothing, Aaron," Max broke in. "I will wrap up the medicine and you will take it home with you. The girl knows what she is talking about, Aaron, and the best thing for you to do is to leave off schnapps a little while and do what she says you should. I see on the bottle it's from Doctor Goldenreich. He's a specialitist from the chest and lungs, and I bet yer if you would go to him he would soak you ten dollars yet."
No argument could have appealed so strongly to Aaron as this did, and he thrust the bottle into his breast-pocket without another word.
"And how is Fillup coming on?" he asked.
"We couldn't complain," Max replied. "The boy is a good boy, Aaron. He is learning our line like he would be with us six months already."
"That's good," Aaron commented. "I bet yer before he would be here a month yet he would know the line as good as Sam and you."
Max smiled.
"I says the boy is a good boy, Aaron," he said, "but I never says he was a miracle, y'understand."