"Guess some more, popper," she said. "Before you would go downtown yet, you are going to Lakewood."
"Lakewood!" Sam exclaimed. "What d'ye mean, Lakewood? If you want to go to Lakewood, go ahead. I am going downtown to-morrow. What, d'ye think a business could run itself?"
"So far as business is concerned," Max said, "you shouldn't trouble yourself at all. We are hustling like crazy downtown and we already sold over three thousand dollars' worth of them 1040's."
Sam sat up suddenly.
"I see my finish," he said, "with you boys selling goods left and right to a lot of fakers like the New Idea Store."
"New Idea Store nothing!" Max retorted. "We are selling over two thousand dollars to Falkstatter, Fein & Company—and I guess they're fakers—what!"
Sam leaned back in his chair.
"Falkstatter, Fein & Company is all right," he admitted.
"And, furthermore," Max continued, "we sold 'em fancy colours like wistaria, copenhagen, and champagne; and them navy blues and browns they wouldn't touch."
"No?" Sam said weakly.