"Because, Fatkin, you are going to be too busy to-day," Seiden replied. "A feller couldn't start in to work as a foreman and also get married all in one day."
Hillel stared at his employer.
"Me get married, Mr. Seiden! What are you talking nonsense, Mr. Seiden? I ain't going to get married at all."
"Oh, yes, you are, Fatkin," Seiden replied. "You are going to get married to Miss Bessie Saphir at New Riga Hall, on Allen Street, to-night, six o'clock sharp; otherwise you wouldn't go to work as foreman at all."
Hillel rose from his chair and then sat down again.
"Do you mean to told me I must got to marry Miss Bessie Saphir before I can go to work as foreman?" he demanded.
"You got it right, Fatkin," Seiden said.
"Then I wouldn't do no such thing," Fatkin retorted and made for the door.
"Hold on!" Seiden shouted, seizing Fatkin by the arm. "Don't be a fool, Fatkin. What are you throwing away a hundred dollars cash for?"
"Me throw away a hundred dollars cash?" Fatkin blurted out.